Someone call Doggie Social Services! We’ve been abused! And no, I’m not talking about baths, or even that Mom has trained me to respond to “Stupid” like it’s my name…
Remember how I hate wearing a harness? Well yesterday Mom FINALLY noticed the bald and raw spots under my armpits from wearing dorky high visibility running harnesses. My sister has holes in her armpits too. How could Mom fail to notice our suffering for so long, if not by neglect?
This morning she finally freed us of our bonds, and I was finally inspired to keep up with everyone, gamboling like a little puppy next to my sister rather than hanging back and sulking. Bodie for her part raced until she was wheezing against her collar and Mom had to use her Monster Voice.
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