Brrrrrr! It’s COLD here in Portland!!! We’re having what the television called an “arctic blast” and I can certainly attest to it’s blast-i-ness. The wind ruffles my fuzz and whips me right up the butt. Not pleased. Today was especially cold, so mama felt like she had to protect my delicate Dale-ness… perhaps when your mama starts thinking, normal and sane things come out. When my mama starts thinking? This is the result…
That’s right. I am a dog in a sweatshirt. A HUMAN sweatshirt.
To be even more specific, MAMA’s sweatshirt. COVERED IN CATS.
Ok so the cats are along the bottom, on my belly, but YOU CAN SEE THEM FROM THE FRONT WHEN I WALK MAMA!!!
How can you make it up to me? Well, you can start by giving me some of those fine cones that I see you hiding…
I normally elicit many reactions when I walk down the street. Many smiles, lots of “cute dog”‘s, and many butt pets. Basic airedmiration. But while wearing a sweatshirt? PEOPLE LOVE ME
But I must keep my focus on my cones. You know, in case someone tries to take them away while I’m distracted while being airedmired.
With a week or so full of “arctic blast-i-ness”, I fear that the sweatshirt will be my newest friend. Don’t tell mama, but since it’s so cold, I ACTUALLY KIND OF LIKE IT.
Love,
Bogart
