“I hate to be a pest, but the floor is really far away. I wish you’d do something about that.”
“Oh hi – I’m right here. No need to take photos of boring old Skip!”
Speaking of Skipper … is it just me, or does he look like a balding old man? I’m going to start calling him Patrick Stewart.
Now Tweed is no balding old man. Tweed is the very height of, umm, fashion.
I wore pretty much this exact thing today, except I was also wearing pants (Tweed drew the line at pants). When Tweed wears it, I take photos of it and people go “awwwww!” When I wear it, people call me a “tea cozy.”
(See if you get your poodle photos now, Miss OverOverBoing! Yeah, I’m talkin’ to you!)
When Red Dog wears it, I start thinking about angry, bloodthirsty Scotsmen.
In this photo, Piper reminds me of Audrey Hepburn. Can you see it?
But really she was just giving me a look that says, in Piper-speak “Look crazy Food-Slash-Photo Lady, I know you’ve got something up your sleeve and I know I’m not gonna like it.”
She was right.