Monday, January 16, 2006
I’ve become the woman I used to make fun of.
I have a cute little dog. And though she’s just a little bit big to be classified a purse dog, she does fit in a tote. And you know we have one for her, right?
This weekend I cleaned out some drawers in the kitchen and she has her own snack drawer now.
Retractable leash, and several soft leashes. One is tiger print. The retractable one is hot pink.
Have you seen her Christmas present bling? It’s a bejeweled collar. Hot pink.
She has two soft beds at home, and a pink and white puffball bed under my desk at work.
Her meals are dry kibble mixed with wet pouches. She prefers it not too cold. And chicken over fish.
We have wipes for her eyes, clean up wipes, and special eye pads to help with the tear stains.
She had a holiday sweater and a santa suit. She has a yellow rain coat, lined with blue fleece. Detachable hoodie.
And don’t even get me started on toys. Kong, bird, Godzilla, mini fetch ball, long dog, puppy dog, Barc Jacobs shoe toy, frog, I’ll stop there.
Greenies, dentabones, chewsticks (I call them her buttersticks).
This is ridiculous. How did I become the childless woman with two cats and a dog I dote over? I believe I’m what’s called a DINK. Dual income no kids.
Today’s the last day of shopping accroutements. It is. Really. Because today I moved on to ensembles. You know, full outfits. Accessories. Hey, she got a haircut and she’s cold! She needs a sweater! Oh my, a sweater with a fur collar….
It needed the matching bow.
But that’s a little fancy. Look at the outgoing violet fleecewear.
With matching violet felt flower bow.
The winter scarf is fetching, don’t you think?
OH MY GOD. I swear it’s ending here. I SWEAR. No more.
And for gods sake, I will NEVER do this .
Posted by LeLo at Monday, January 16, 2006