Joining in the fun with Julie from Foursons with this week’s Letters of Intent. (She’d exact some form of humiliating revenge if I dared to skip a week :) Head over – letter-writing is IN again!
Dear Co-Dependent Tiny Dog Owners ~
I’m just gonna come right out and apologize in advance for the bloggy friends that I am sure to mortifyingly offend.
See… I know you love your dogs.
I’m a dog lover too.
And I can understand that sometimes you might want some company when you’re driving around. I’m probably the chick that is smiling and waving at your silly little pup bouncing up and down at the window.
But please, please, please – for the sake of us who have allergies – keep those four-legged friends out of Target, Starbucks, the bank, and most assuredly – the grocery store.
Cuz instead of marveling at how you managed to find the perfect little doggie outfit, or the perfect little doggie carrier…
…I’m much more liable to give you the stink eye.
You know I’ll be thinking of you all the way home when my eyes are itching, my throat is burning, and my sinuses feel like they’re trying to suck the back of my head out through my nostrils. All of which I’d gladly endure for a service dog (is anyone else tempted to secretly pet them?!?), but not a “we can sneak Fifi in because she’s just so cute the rules don’t apply to her!” one.
Do I sound jaded? Only cuz I just don’t get it. I mean – would anyone doubt I love my little girl to pieces? I mean – this time of year means mixing warm buckets of beet pulp mash twice a day, and going out in the freezing cold to break up ice so she has water. And taking her blanket on and off to brush out anything that might be itchy. And picking out her feet, brushing her mane and tail…
But you sure ain’t gonna see this girl prancing in a matching bow beside me at Safeway…
“Clean-up on aisle seven” would never be the same…
Sick of Sniffling