Maggie Rose and the Donut

You can see the disappointment on my face and all over my body. I’m mortified. Mama betrayed me. How we got to this point, me wearing a sprinkle donut around my pretty little neck, is a long story.

 

Two weeks ago I ran around purple thistles, devil plants. A piece of one stuck in my paw, between my toes. Even after extracting the spawn of Satan, I licked and licked my paw. For days I licked my paw. Mama tried everything to soothe me. Nothing worked. I just wanna lick that sucker raw. Then…THEN she ordered THE DONUT. Adding insult to injury, she soaks my paw in water and ACV.

 

I’m humiliated, running around smelling like a twelve pound pickle with a donut around my neck. I don’t know who I am anymore.

 

But I’m better.

 

Though she weirds me out sometimes, deep down I know she loves me.

 

Forever and ever.

 

Amen.

 

Maggie Rose the Schnauzer 🐾

 

Photos: Three Stages of Denial

 

1) Take. It. Off. 

 

2) NOOOO. I don't want to move. Rigor Mortis Maggie.

 

3) Aw mom come on, take it off. Please...Okay, how long do I hafta submit to this cruelty?

 

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