I have this dog named Cassidy, although through a long string of nickname changing, she is often referred to as The Doodle. Here is her photo:
just consumed her annual Thanksgiving turkey neck.
She’s cute, right? She’s obnoxious as hell, but that’s totally a different post. Suffice it to say that epithets get hurled in her general direction more than you might suspect. Usually at midnight when she is in the very back of the yard barking at squirrels.
A couple of years ago, Alex went on a business trip and arrived home clutching a page he’d ripped out of the in-flight catalog. On it was a dog crate that was for sale. He was not interested in purchasing the dog crate. He was interested in showing me the photo of the dog model who looked Exactly. Like. Cassidy.
Naturally resentful that our dog was sneaking out and making the big bucks in the dog modeling world without telling us, we punished her with an elaborate system of passive aggressiveness and favoring the cats over her.
Ever arrogant, she didn’t notice our campaign.
Well, it turns out she is at it again. Look what I found in the catalog that came to my house today:
She’s dog modeling again. And this time it’s not even dog-related. She’s modeling convenience store holdup gear, for the love of God.
I just want to know where she’s squirreling (SQUIRREL!) away her wages.