DOG NOT IN THE BP DOGHOUSE AND DOG STYLIN'
Woof, Kids!
Some health inspector types over in Clear Water aren't feeling the holiday spirit, evidently. I'm kind of sad and mad 'bout this sitch. If you didn't hear the story, there is a chocolate lab, Cody, hanging out with his human, who is the owner of a BP gas station
Cut to the chase...some media types ran a story about this adorable canine, health peeps zeroed in and are kicking that mutt to the curb (well, banishing him from being inside the biz). It's all about how dogs and food establishments do not mix. Um, a BP is a gas station selling packaged junk. Think they are being overly zealous. Come ON, let the hound stay. He looked so cute rockin' that BP work shirt (not show here).
While we are busy picturing that dog-in-a-shirt, and getting our tails in a fluff over the unfairness of powerful government guys...cast your expressive eyes upon the above canine rockin' a different style outfit. It ain't no work shirt and it sure as the world is not a Lab.
It IS a zany fur-ball paying homage, dog-style, to Michael Jackson. Again, this New York action was snapped by a gorgeous glamor girl (you'll never see HER in a work shirt) and sent my way. Man, the Diva-Dog needs to hop a freight train and ride the rails up the map. That place is jumpin', but I tell ya...dressing dogs like that is just wrong on so many levels. Work shirts OR glitzy glam, not so much!!
Well, lounging in own fur in my favorite chair and getting my paws massaged by our sweet-girl, will help soothe my jangled dog-nerves over all that Clear Water Lab drama, and a dog struttin' in satin.
Kids, we're sending a shout-out to Boston-Bitsy OV-AH in Texas. Take it easy on your guys this weekend, they need a little extra dog-nuzzle.
Get your weekend howl on!!!
Bark at me.
Some health inspector types over in Clear Water aren't feeling the holiday spirit, evidently. I'm kind of sad and mad 'bout this sitch. If you didn't hear the story, there is a chocolate lab, Cody, hanging out with his human, who is the owner of a BP gas station
Cut to the chase...some media types ran a story about this adorable canine, health peeps zeroed in and are kicking that mutt to the curb (well, banishing him from being inside the biz). It's all about how dogs and food establishments do not mix. Um, a BP is a gas station selling packaged junk. Think they are being overly zealous. Come ON, let the hound stay. He looked so cute rockin' that BP work shirt (not show here).
While we are busy picturing that dog-in-a-shirt, and getting our tails in a fluff over the unfairness of powerful government guys...cast your expressive eyes upon the above canine rockin' a different style outfit. It ain't no work shirt and it sure as the world is not a Lab.It IS a zany fur-ball paying homage, dog-style, to Michael Jackson. Again, this New York action was snapped by a gorgeous glamor girl (you'll never see HER in a work shirt) and sent my way. Man, the Diva-Dog needs to hop a freight train and ride the rails up the map. That place is jumpin', but I tell ya...dressing dogs like that is just wrong on so many levels. Work shirts OR glitzy glam, not so much!!
Well, lounging in own fur in my favorite chair and getting my paws massaged by our sweet-girl, will help soothe my jangled dog-nerves over all that Clear Water Lab drama, and a dog struttin' in satin. Kids, we're sending a shout-out to Boston-Bitsy OV-AH in Texas. Take it easy on your guys this weekend, they need a little extra dog-nuzzle.
Get your weekend howl on!!!
Bark at me.
Good Afternoon Diva.
Thanks for the Shout-Out. Mommy is taking dictation for me at the keyboard today. 'Cause you see, I'm up in Daddy's lap, playing Nurse Nancy (Moolie knows about her). Daddy is doing good but of course nothing is never simply with him. He's all wrapped up in an ace bandage from toes to knees. Mommy knows all the low-down. All I need to know is my Daddy is home.
A Michael Jackson look-a-like Pom fur ball? Nutty but cute.
Don't you just love getting massages? Mommy gives me a massage every day after we do the aerobic exercise thing. You know, do the front leg stretch and back leg bicycle. The only part she doesn't bother is my nubbin' (it's too short).
Have a howlin' great weekend, Diva Reggie.
High paws and nubbin' wags to ya.
Boston-Bitsy
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