My Fabulous Life before lock up
Although I'm really only a puppy dog, like many young ones these days I had a fabulous life with the lovely lady before I was locked up at the shelter by cruel fate.
The lovely lady lived in a block of flats and there were many doggies who knew that girls just want to have fun.
One of my favorites was the Pekinese down the hall who asked me not to use his name or show his photo, ever.
He liked to lace his Chow Mein with a special sauce he called "China Gold". I'd often pop down there for a bowl or two and didn't quite feel myself afterwards:
For some reason I kept wanting to go back for some of that soup. But when I refused to join his risque full moon cabaret act, that friendship ended and so did the special soup sessions.
Ah well, a nice girl like me has to have standards you know. Otherwise I will lose my foxiness. The glazed, puffy look just doesn't suit us, does it girls!
Especially with my pixie ears standing up so nicely, I need to charm with my eyes, not give the zombie death stare. So losing my little pekie friend and his dodgy condiments was a small price to pay for getting back to looking just fab-o.
Not that I'm against slumming it in a good cause. While I need to watch my weight, don't we all, I was not averse to a kebab and a lie in the sun to sleep it off. I would daintily consume naughty treats discreetly away from my many fans and admirers of course.
Waste receptacles are just not designed for dogs and then the humans accuse us of being untidy.
Would you mind awfully putting that wrapper in the bin please? You are a darling.
The lovely lady lived in a block of flats and there were many doggies who knew that girls just want to have fun.
One of my favorites was the Pekinese down the hall who asked me not to use his name or show his photo, ever.
He liked to lace his Chow Mein with a special sauce he called "China Gold". I'd often pop down there for a bowl or two and didn't quite feel myself afterwards:
For some reason I kept wanting to go back for some of that soup. But when I refused to join his risque full moon cabaret act, that friendship ended and so did the special soup sessions.
Ah well, a nice girl like me has to have standards you know. Otherwise I will lose my foxiness. The glazed, puffy look just doesn't suit us, does it girls!
Especially with my pixie ears standing up so nicely, I need to charm with my eyes, not give the zombie death stare. So losing my little pekie friend and his dodgy condiments was a small price to pay for getting back to looking just fab-o.
Not that I'm against slumming it in a good cause. While I need to watch my weight, don't we all, I was not averse to a kebab and a lie in the sun to sleep it off. I would daintily consume naughty treats discreetly away from my many fans and admirers of course.
Waste receptacles are just not designed for dogs and then the humans accuse us of being untidy.
Would you mind awfully putting that wrapper in the bin please? You are a darling.
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