Mom used to dress up her little dogs when she was a girl. Babydoll clothes, booties, and even strollers. I’m kinda glad I didn’t know her back then.
This bandage thing was really bugging me today, so I tore it off. To make the puncture feel better, I gave it quite a washing with my tongue. Mom scolded me.
It wasn’t like the scolding Gracie got, or the one Chance got for trying to steal my food, so really, I didn’t pay her much attention. I licked it some more, and really got it bleeding. That’s got to be good for it, I guess.
Mom doesn’t think so. She put the bandage back on, and then she found a long-sleeved shirt. She put it on me… I am not impressed.
So I’m licking her shirt now, just to show her I can.