Doggie Thoughts by Ralphie Andre
Didn’t anyone tell the doggie barber that I’m a male? For cat’s sakes, what was the doggie barber thinking putting a bow on the center of my head? And why cut off my fur when it’s soooo cold and wet outside? My owner was sure pleased, though, when she finally returned after leaving me for threeeee long hours at Beauty of the Beast (collenslittlepuppies.com). My owner squealed something about me being a “sure winner” if I entered a dog show. Just what is a dog show? Who cares? I’m home now where I can dig in the garden once again . . . if my owner ever lets me outside.
Who wouldn’t want to look and smell like fresh garden soil?
