There are just too many things that we little short dogs
can’t do. We can’t get the food off of the counter unless someone pick us up
and lets us scamper across it without interruption. I can reach dog underparts,
but not so much with people. I see the big dogs do it all of the time so it
must be fun, plus people don’t seem to like it so that sounds even more fun to
me. We can’t jump in the car when it is time to go for a ride or jump out when
we have reached our destination. We aren’t able to catch a frisbee as it would
probably knock us out cold and don’t even try a baseball or a full size tennis
ball….ouch! No fence jumping to look for greener pastures or other trouble that
might exist outside the yard. You are probably wondering why I am even bringing
this up, so here is the scoop. My friend Sabre had to have surgery on his
throat and he needs to eat and drink with his food elevated. I was running
around the kitchen and discovered these new high rise dishes and I tried to get
up there to get me some food! Who wouldn’t right? Well not happening. I am just
too short. I don’t like the word NO or the concept of not being able to do
whatever I want to do. This is one of those times that I am denied! Please
don’t cry, I am still holding out hope that a late birthday present will
arrive. The step stool has become my most desired present. If you were busy
last week for my birthday and are just now scrambling to get my gift, get me a
step stool please! It should maybe have smaller steps, but more of them with
carpet on them so my little feet don’t slip. I have to get up to those
dishes!!!! Time is of the essence……
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| You do realize that I can't reach these dishes right? |
CHUCK
Steppin Up
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