November 19th 2012 8:21 am
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Yesterday Mom decided that it would be nice to go for a walk with Pennie, Me, Dad and Wee Lass. Unfortunately, Mom could only find one leash. Mom hooked Pennie up with the leash, and there I was, just standing Sophathetic in the garage; no leash. Upon interrogation, Dad confessed that the other leash was in his orange convertible, which he had parked up the street while he worked in his Garage. Dad then took Pennie, on her leash, out and gave her an R-I-D-E, while he fetched the orange convertible, and the leash. Meanwhile, I was still left standing, unleashed, and not getting to go for an R-I-D-E.
Mom noticed how Sophathetic that I looked, and gave me plenty of rubs, but still, my Sophie feelings were hurt. It's always the same story -- us quiet, well behaved dogs just get left behind while the loud, boisterous dogs get all the attention.
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That ain't right! That jus ain't right!
Dis r yet anuber outwage in yur Sophathetic life, sweet gurl. As Ebby sed, dis r nod wite, nod wite at all. Grrrrrrrrrr...
Yep, the squeaky wheel gets the 'ttention.
You gotta get Loud and pathetic.
An orange convertible? Finley's momma's got one of those - it are a Grabber Orange Mustang. And you gotsta be loud, it's how I make sure to get plenty of attention!
In thinking back to the ignominy of the crimes against my poor Sophie-Soul, I would like to point out that Dad's Orange Convertible is mostly "Rust." It's a kindness that what little actual paint is orange, because it camouflages to a slight extent that the car is actually "Rust-colored," and not in a good "Rust," as a fashion-name color way, but "Rust," as in don't lean up too close to the car or pieces crumble off onto one's fur.