It’s a good thing I have a sense of humor. I sure need one to live with my parents.

The first nine weeks of my life were spent running free and being loved by my mom and 10 brothers and sisters. I didn’t have to wear anything on my body back then. Then I was SO excited when I got a home all by myself, complete with ALL of the food, ALL of the snacks, All of the toys, and ALL of the attention. Yipee!!!

What I didn’t realize was, there were strings attached. Seems my parents think it’s funny to be putting things on my body all the time. I was ok with the leash since it was my ticket to walkies. I was ok with the raincoat because I prefer not to get wet when it’s cold outside anyhow. I was even ok with other coats ‘cause they keep me warm, which is a good thing when you have short hair like me. Bandanas are a good thing too, since they let me know we’re going somewhere fun. I hated the boots they tried to make me wear, and hope I don’t have to embarrass myself trying to walk in them again. I looked like a puppy who was just learning to walk or something.

So what is it now? I don’t know. For some goofy reason they seem to think I should be wearing pants. Yeah, you heard that right, pants. Actually, they look more like fancy diapers or something. I have to wear them all the time, too, not just when we go somewhere. I sure hope they get over this phase pretty soon. I’m trying to be nice about it and hoping that when they finally notice how good I’m being, they will stop dressing me up like this. I’m thinking that if I don’t show any reaction, they will stop this nonsense, and when they do stop, I’ll reward their good behavior with lots of kisses and stuff. That’s how you train parents, you know. I’ll keep you posted on how it goes.

To everything there is a season. Hopefully this one will be over with soon.

♥Behr Behr, AKA “Miss Fancy Pants”