Downright nasty.
Srsly, be warned. If you are my friend, I just might purposely put you in a situation that will cause you to be unsure, unsteady, maybe even a little uncomfortable just so I can laugh at you.
Awful.
Maybe you've read how I find a great deal of enjoyment in watching dogs in shoes.
Maybe you've read how I've spent many a lunch break looking up YouTube videos of dogs in shoes and then snorting wildly at my desk.
this one is my fave.
So maybe it won't come as a shock to read that the first chance I got to put my own dear, sweet, trusting puppy in shoes I jumped at it and then sat back, with recording device activated, to enjoy the show.
That he didn't care last week when I put Corey's t-shirt on him and screeched, "the baby's wearing pajamas!!" wasn't an indication to me that I might not get the reaction I desired, so I proceeded to strap on four canvas booties I had previously purchased for Oliver (who summarily stripped them off when it was his turn without even a single awkward prance for his mother's sake. The nerve.)
It was probably what my sister calls Christian Karma that Arnie didn't do anything.
I mean, he had a moment of, "here we go again...." and danced around the kitchen for a few seconds, but it was more from a lack of traction than ohmigawshthesethingsareeatingmyfeet!! After a few uneasy steps he trotted all around my mom's kitchen, sniffing out the person who was shoving treats at him as I had him pinned to the ground to strap on the booties.
Not the wild, flailing dance I was hoping for.
Serves me right for trying to use my own puppy's uncertainty for my enjoyment.
I gave him treats. Then I took off the booties.
...and that's when my mom strapped them to her Basset Hound, Maggie.
(insert evil laugh here)
:)
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No dogs were hurt in the making of this post, they were only a little confused and maybe a tad embarrassed.
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