December 10th 2010 8:40 pm
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Well pups and peeps...here I am, again...Woofs!
The other day it was so cold and windy here, that growlmy decided that since she was super bundled up, so should I be...OMD! I already wear a coat, almost evfurry day, lately, so I thought that was enough. But no...growlmy put a sweater under my coat! And that sweater has these tickly things that go around my back legs, presumably to keep it on properly! My regular coat does not have those, so walking and putting communications on my dog talk-n-sniff places is not too hard. But with this extra sweater thing...Sheesh! I almost couldn't walk, let alone make dog talks on my posting places!
Which made growlmy giggle...at me! how dare she! She said I looked like the little guy that got so bundled up he couldn't walk at all...you know that little brother on the classic Christmas story? BOL!
Well, today I saw that there was a new snowfall of a few inches. My heart sank, as did my tail!
Growlmy put on all of her gear...but then it was my turn. Hallelujah! I only had to wear one coat!
Turns out it wasn't nearly as cold/windy as the previous day!
Winter as just started, so I am sure that I will have to endure the torture and indignity of the extra layer more than just a few times!
Later in the house, growlmy was putting decorations on our trees. two trees, here, small table trees, one in the dining room and one in the living room. The kitties destroyed the large one...so growlmy decided to not bother with that anymore! I would have liked to have a nice big tree around...you know how doggies like their trees! BOL!
Well, she found an old plush ruff, that came from a pet store to go around my neck. There are some old pics of me where you might be able to get a glimpse of it...well, it has jingle bells on it. I sometimes wear that in the house, but not when I am alone, because, one time I caught my toenail in one of the bells. OMD! Growlmy heard me whining...and she had to work hard to rescue me from my ruff...that had grabbed me!
Today I was wearing that again. I like the jingles it makes, and growlmy can hear me all the time, so she knows what I am doing. Well, I went outside through my doggy doors, and then growlmy started to get supper ready. She wondered why I was not lurking under her feet, esp when she got the salad fixings out of the fridge.
She did not see me in any of my nests, so she figured I was very distracted outside.
Well, that went on for a bit...and still no me!
Growlmy then walked into the dining room and she saw me standing by the furnace vent. She thought I was just getting ready to warm myself up there.
So she walked away, back to the kitchen...Hey!
I had to whine and woof for her to come back please...
Upon a closer look, she saw that one of the bells on my ruff was caught in the grids of that vent, and I was caught, tight, not able even to stand up straight.
That ruff was slipped over my head, and growlmy still could hardly get the bell out from the vent grids!
She said I would not be wearing that any more. Even when she was at home it was a danger to me.
Maybe she should write something to the companies that make those things, or the mail order places that still sell them. If I can get into trouble with them, then so can others!
I would not want any furmilies to not have a happy Christmas, because the doggy clothing made disasters happen!
Thank Dogness, growlmy was able to see my predicament, before I was injured! Both times!
Pawppy said, take the bells off, and let him wear it that way...but growlmy said, its so old, that she will just get rid of it...
Well, that's all fur now folks and furs!
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Glad you both managed to avert disaster! You by woofin' & whinin' & lettin' Growlmy know there was a problem & Growlmy by bein' alert & payin' attention to your communications. Good job to you both!
Glad you were ok!
I'm BOLing at you being all bundled up. Instead of Randy saying "I can't put my arms down!!" were you woofing "I can't get my leg up!!"? BOL!!
Yer Growlmy is smart to get rid of that dangerous collar. 2 TIMES it tried to kill you--not good.
I's glad I doesn't have to wear fwetters an coats--I woulnant like not bein able to p-mail my furriend on walks.
Hee hee... that's what I was thinking, too, Whit...
Scary about that collar... yikes!!
But so glad that you are ok and that growlmy was home and you were not stuck like that for a long time, Mom has a collar with bells on it for me too, will have to tell about this..