I just don’t know what I’m going to do with my parents. I mean, I’m trying to be tolerant of their strange antics, but sometimes they really push it. Like today.
It was off to the vet place again, even tho I’m not sick. I heard them mention something about a pocket in my ear and something about collapsing or something. Who knows what that means. Ok, fine. So the vet person put some new tape on my ears to fix it. Whatever. If it makes them happy, I guess it’s ok.
Then we walk outside to the car and I notice that instead of people rushing up to me saying, “Oh what a cute puppy!! Can I pet her?” they were walking on the other side of the sidewalk like I had leprosy or something. I could hear them snickering. I began to get worried. Oh no, what have they done to me now?
There was whispering. Words like, “flying nun” and “Sally somebody or other.” Now I was REALLY worried. Was she even a great dane??
I got home and looked these words up on the internet and I did NOT like what I found!! When I looked in the mirror, I was horrified! And then there was the photo of the nuns on Wikipedia. Oh dear.
To “save face”, if you will, I had to practice trying to at least smile like this flying nun did. Frankly, I don’t think she looks real happy about the hat thing either, and the smile is rather weak. Kind of like mine.
The flying nun, huh? I don’t think so. I used to pretend I could fly, using my ears when I was real little, but not now. I’m more like the Flying None now.
♥ Behr Behr, AKA “flying none”