I am becoming increasingly concerned about my status as a stud.
Ma and Auntie Marsha are in cahoots to crochet me a cape. Trust me it’s not like Superman’s.
Uncle Jim is even in on it as he had to stand with my PawPal Libby Grace for a photo of the “model” garment.
I just know I will never live this down.
Who will ever take me seriously again if I have to parade around my pitch with this “gown” on.
Maybe I’ll run away.
No wait!!
Forget that it is way too cold to wander.
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Booming Banter 