This picture is Exhibit A of my unending humiliation at the hands of the Great Oppressors, who are celebrating their tenth anniversary of coupledom if you don't count the odd hiatuses from each other. I have been around for nine of those ten years, and it doesn't appear that things are getting any easier for me around here. Nine years of this poop and counting. Don't think I'm not keeping track of each and every indignity I suffer at their hands, such as being forced to wear Simple clogs and Gap cargo shorts. I wasn't born for your amusement!!!
2 comments:
Sid - I completely understand. My mom thinks that it is HILARIOUS to dress me up too. One time she put a denim visor on my neck and then forgot about it until the next morning. That is right, denim visor. I dug a major hole in her precious flower garden - just to remind her, what goes around comes around. Here is my question, what kind of people need to entertain themselves by making us poor animals dress up like them. We are dogs, we are not people. Get a life mom.
Selma
Denim... Ouch. Although I bet it looked nice with your eyes...
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