Buddy: It's been one of those days. Not for us. Our day was good. But Jan -- **sigh**
Sam: Yeah, Jan noticed our collars are looking frayed and she's paranoid about losing even one of us when we walk her. Cause she can't find her own way home.
Merci: So Jan went right out and bought all 3 of us woofies a new collar. Jan wasn't crazy about the designs but they were the right sizes and the colors were much prettier in paw than in the photo.
Merci: Or they were until Jan clipped all the ties, removed our collars --
Sam: And found she couldn't open a one of them. Hehehe! It was funny. She pulled and pulled and brought out the pliers, but they wouldn't budge!
Buddy: So she mumbled some things we couldn't quite hear but we think they were on our no-no list. And she took the made- by- Wal-mart collars back to Wal-mart for a refund. The greeter didn't quite believe it was possible, but she couldn't open one either. The cashier was a young woman and she did manage to finally pull one open with a pop, but she said, "No way, it shouldn't be this hard!"
Sam: Then Jan tried to take photos of us wearing our new collars. The choices are very limited, but this time she managed to find 3 different colors, and she checked Merci's to be sure it could be opened. They didn't have one with the buckle and eye in her size. We were all very cooperative. We circled and rolled so she had to take 2 sets of photos -- with 2 sets of batteries -- but we look pretty spiffy, don't we? Notice how well mine matches the liver color of my coat! And how my eyes match the red of my old collar.
Merci: Speak for yourself, Sam. Can you tell I'm miffed? I have too much hair for my new collar to show, so Jan draped it on my head It's pink and white to go with my red hair.
Buddy: I think blue is my collar, don't you?
Sam: Well, now we'll have dinner and in a little bit we'll walk Jan and break in our new collars.
Buddy: Speaking of dinner, it's late again. We're going to have to replace her if she doesn't get on the ball and start putting meals on the floor on time. Maybe we should join a union.
Merci: I think we each need a job to join a union, Buddy.
Buddy: Oh, well, maybe we'll keep her then.
(s) Buddy, Merci & Sam
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