FUR, BUT NOT FAUX
Sadie (l), Sam (r)
Woof, kids!
Have you ever seen such sweet faces than on these two? You had better say...on the Diva, Reggie. Kidding. Okay, I will concede that these two rank at the top-of-the-heap in the cuteness department. Yes, cuter than cute. Little sweet and friendly balls of fur.
Please give a wag 'o the tail and a shake 'o the paw to Sadie and Sam, two Shitz Zu kids living here in Tampa. Not only are they just so cute, check out their fur. Pretty nice, eh? That's the real deal, no faux stuff for them. They look awesome in it and no worries about PETA or getting paint thrown on 'em. The two of them can just strut their furry selves all 'round town and be just as chic as any dawg in Florida. Of course, guess all we canines do that, huh? Well, their fur is just so great it should be envied by anyone WISHING they could (but shouldn't, don't) wear fur. Hey, even faux fur isn't worn in Tampa by peeps...obvious reasons.
I think these two pups are awfully sweet-looking and although I have met Sadie (loved, loved, loved her), I haven't met Sam, as yet. I hear rumors that they like to play and frolic and share toys and treats.
Kids, let's get this straight...you pronounce this breed...Sheed Zoo. Ask anyone from Eukanuba. Trust me. SHEED ZOO. I just want Sadie and Sam to know that I have their backs on this one. Speak their breed, but speak it correctly, 'kay? I say this, because as you know, my breed gets called all sorts of names...Ray Charles being my fave. Love his music, so it's an honor to be mentioned in the same breath.
Hey, I never got back to you on the whereabouts of Gaz last week. One minute he was here, the next he wasn't. Moolie and I were pretty busy zipping around town, but I did miss him. I mean no one chases lizards with me better. Not to be mean, but Moolie just doesn't have the knack for it. She tries to be a good sport about it, but I know that she and lizards just don't mesh. No.
So, as promised, here's the update. Not that exciting, but I'm a dog of my word. Late one night Moolie packed me into the car and off we went to some place she called the airport. Happily, when we got there, Gaz hopped in and off we went. Oh, he had cupcakes and cookies for Moolie from a place called Cheryl's. Whatever. Made Moolie really happy and me really happy, 'cause he's here and we are back to our adventures in leapin' lizards.
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