I can always count on Jedi to give me a warm welcome when I get home. She delightfully wags her tail and barks/squeals with excitement at my arrival and there’s nothing quite like it. I mean, yes, she’s pretty much just buttering me up so that I’ll scratch her tummy…but that’s beside the point. Her affection is so sweet…so, who cares if she’s using me to get some tummy action.
Jedi usually has quite the shaggy fashionable look, but since spring and summer are approaching, I thought she’d be much more comfortable with a new do. Short is the new trend ya know? In doggy fashion world that is. I mean…come on, get with the program everyone. It’s all the rave. Unfortunately, her poncho (courtesy of my brother, Matt) doesn’t quite seem to fit her. Maybe Matt just wanted to humiliate you Jedi….and make you feel fatter than you really are. Or maybe you just put on a few pounds. It’s okay, I still love you.
But, I think you should tell Matt the next chance you get….to maybe pick up a little sexy, ultra fab number for you (you know for all that late night clubbing). Although, this will go great for Cinco de Mayo!
I miss her fuzzy chag of a coat. I’m sure it’ll be back soon. Then, it’ll probably get on my nerves again when it becomes unmanageable and I will have it chopped off…
Sorry, Jedi….it’s just the inevitable cycle