Take a close look at this picture and tell me what you see THAT'S DIFFERENT.
|Yeah, I know, I'm stylin'|
Here's a hint...it's not my fancy new polka dot collar and it's not my new Valentine's Day Kanine Kerchief that my mama made special for me.
It's my green Mart-and-Gail collar. I don't know if Mart and Gail invented it or were the first two dogs to wear one. I do know it means I'm doing a really good job of walking on a loose leash.
It's a lot better than the shiny, pinchy one
|Looking out over the Peace River last year|
that I had to wear last year. Everyone was afraid of me because they thought I had to wear it because I was a mean dog.
Then I grad-u-ate-ed to this boring, black one that always made me yawn when "they" made me wear it
|Resting on our walk|
and everyone was still afraid of me because they thought I had to wear it because I was a mean dog and had to wear a muzzle. Don't these people know ANYTHING? My mama and papa had to keep telling them "No, he won't bite." and "No, it isn't a muzzle, it's just a head harness." GEEZ.
To be honest, the Mart-and-Gail is a lot more comfortable. Well, except when I "freak out" because of another dog and practically choke myself. Now people are just afraid of me because they think I look scary and maybe I'm a pit bull and maybe I'll bite off their arm if they don't hold it close to their body or walk across the street. DUH! I'm just a normal dog with a short brown coat, a big block head and lots of muscle. Admittedly, I am handsome and buff and I can understand why people take a second look but then they get all wierded out and that hurts my feelings ;o( My mama says she will work to change one mind at a time for as long as it takes. And I'll work with her ;o) and my papa, too.
Until next time...Sir Titan of Nottingham