they pay to kiss your feet

since there's no one else around, we let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know. then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow.

Monday, April 14, 2008

and then, i bought him an article of clothing.

i had to buy kolby a sweater. not because it looks cute. or so that i can pretend he's a doll or a baby. if that were the case, i'd ask you to shoot me now. i recognize my dog for what he is. a dog. a tiny, skinny dog with no meat on his bones. see, kolby needs a sweater because the dog potty area is in the center of a wind tunnel. and i don't know about you, but i don't think i'd be very willing to relax enough to poo if i was being tossed about by the wind.

this sweater, mind you, is adorable. it has a hood, even. but that's so not why i bought it. i swear.

1 Comments:

  • At 3:54 PM, Anonymous Nuke said…

    Wow, I suddenly have a picture in my mind of a tiny dog dressed like the unibomber trying to poop in a tornado... MY version can't end well, but I wish you and Kolby luck!

     

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