TUMBLED, LIKE A ROLLING STONE
Tumbled, Humbled, But LovedWoof, kids!
Come September and it's time to put away the white. Right? I mean that's the rumor I've heard. No white attire after Labor Day or you will be labeled a fashion moron. Howl at me if I'm wrong. Hey, howl at me if I'm right...I LOVE that.
Last year at this time I was a mere pup and had no idea I was a walking, barking fashion faux paws, er, pas So, if you know where Diva-Dog Cav could dig-up a good colorist to comb some low-lights into this white fur of mine...bark at me.
On second thought, I think I'll just break ALL the rules, live brave and just WEAR my natural color fur...white and all. Yes, I'm just a rebel with a cause. Besides, forget about that dumb Labor Day rule...you can ALWAYS wear white in Florida and I double-dog-dare Anna Wintour to challenge me on that one! Better yet, let's just say that, THE DEVIL DOG DIVA WEARS PAWS! Yeah, let's see 'em make a movie out ot THAT one.
Mutts, I have to tell you that the holiday weekend was pretty terrific with Gaz and Moolie, but I did have a tiny traumatic experience. I was minding my own bees-wax, sniffing and prancing in the hallway, waiting for the Gazster to toss rubbish down the chute. My little madcap misadventure happened as I was feeling all brave and pack-leader-like...then, bam, tumbled, by two gigantic, canines, right in the hallway of this la-de-da building. They bounded off the elevator, ran down the hall and leaped...right over me...tumbling me halfway down the hall. Heck, they didn't even stop and sniff me for carpet burn! Man. Bad enough to have to endure snippy taunts in the elevator, but now to be tumbled in the hallway. Tumbled, like a ball. Crushed like a ping-pong ball, dribbled like a basketball...it was humiliating and I yelped, just a little and needed some reassurance from my peeps. Okay, if Moolie reads this she COULD suggest to you that I'm being a tad overly-dramatic and their person did stop and love me, so it wasn't totally horrendous. But, now whenever I hear those two giants running down the hall I have a little flash-back and I fear it's turning into some kind of dog-syndrome. I have a syndrome. Oh, no. Well, nothing a couple of extra yogurt treats and major lap time won't remedy.
Before I take paws from keyboard, I've got to give a shake of the paw to that crazy gal, Cathy M., over in Texas for all the great work she has done, is doing and will do at the Humane Society. She is the dog's paws, in my book...she's funny too. Sending you diva-love, .Cath
Hey Viva ... just one question.
Who is Anna Wintour? Is she a resident of the condo?
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WORD, to you, Gaz, from the VIVA!! Yeah, I kinda like being called Viva on a Monday. Gives me pep. Anyway, if you don't already know the name Anna Wintour, then you probably never heard of a rag called, VOGUE. Hm. You are just a DEVIL...NOT wearing Prada.
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