Fiorella is cleaning out her closet--or rather, Sonya's closet. In a fit of canine maternity, Fio bought five little outfits for Sonya over the past two months, in "medium," then "large." None of them fit now, of course, and it's almost summer anyway. If Sonya needs any winter clothes, Fio will probably have to rescue the sewing machine from the mess in the laundry room and get to work because from what she's seen, PetsMart doesn't carry XXLs.
Yes, our Sonya is growing up, but she hasn't gained the weight we expected her to. No small wonder because she's very picky about her food. Fio and Husband have yet to find a brand that Sonya really likes so they resort to lacing her kibble with treat. It's weird having a dog who doesn't gobble up her breakfast like she's never been fed before. Wendy Dog always had half the bowl eaten before Fiorella could finish filling it, but Sonya just stands back and looks at Fio inquiringly, like "What am I supposed to do with this?"
But then, Sonya is a more laid-back dog than Wendy was. It's in the breed. Remember. Fio and Husband deliberately sought a dog that would be different.
But just as sweet, loving, and lovable.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Posts
1 comment:
I’m like Sonya but not in a canine way. I stand back and look at my closet muttering “What am I supposed to do with this?”
Fiorella is welcome to rescue my mess whenever she wants.
Post a Comment