I’m excessively glad I’m male and don’t have to fuss much about dressing up. I’m just so handsome « as is ».
That poor little gal has been adorned with a pink collar that’s almost as big as she is.
The bro bought it for her along with a pink leash. Don’t let on but he looks real funny out walking with her him being macho and all that.
I took a good sniff around her this morning just to make sure that it wasn’t cutting off the supply of oxygen to her brain.
She’s OK. Still not too keen on playing much before midday.
Takes after her father in that regard. Not a bit like Ma and me. No bows on us!
Blessing #1072-Unburdened
Booming Banter 