i'm in this oven of an apartment most of the day, so the first chance i get to be outside, well that's always the most monumental time of my day.. no matter how much i'm sleeping, full 100% in dream drive, i hear the most amazing word ever uttered, "wannagoforawalk?" and it's like i've never SEEN the outside. i'm up, and i don't care if my person puts me in a plastic bag of dog poo, or if i was just outside five seconds ago, i'm ready again! so, it's into the sweater, down the stairs and out to the outside!
now, my person knows that we dogs have a higher temperature than persons, so she checks the weather before heading out, to decide if we get to wear those god-awful things or not, but it never fails to happen. if i don't have my stupid sweater on, i'll get that look of pity from a passerby, like my person is so BAD! i mean, i'm not COLD STUPID!! cant' you see my tail wagging, free from some perky fake burberry pink anything?
i mean, do you think i want to look like this?
do i look happy here? does jazmine look happy? ok, she never looks happy, this is her look, what can i say, she's a miserable bitch, but still, she no happy, K?
so, therefore, furthermore and in conclusion... dogs should not wear clothes, unless they have to, then they do, but they don't need to smile about it.
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