|Another unrealistic beauty standard |
Look at this gorgeous creature.
Just look at her.
Only nine months old with the promise of a flower with impending beauty still yet to bloom.
Grace and poise, our Miss Holly.
But hold onto your toboggans, people.
Check this out ...
Here she is without her makeup.
|I'm no longer sad about the snow|
melting, Food Lady, says Holly.
Now doesn't this make you feel better about your own dog?
Sure, you see the mud on her feet, right? Well, I have to tell you her nose pad is not naturally brown.
Neither is her tongue.
What a lab.
Ok, so the pet park at the office is a mud pit after the recent snow melt. Like La Brea, but without interesting bits like mastodons. So on the next business trip out to the park, I get smart.
Real smart, too. We grab a poop bag-to-go and head out for the picturesque nature path on campus. On a normal day I usually avoid this job perk, mostly because of the exercise involved in walking.
My life motto: People get hurt exercising.
But the nature path sure is pretty.
There's a lake.
And landscaped waterfalls by a foot bridge.
This guy was peeved off, too. How do I know? Because it's only fifty degrees and he's cold-blooded and why is Ohio weather so flippin' weird and he just got stepped on by my size sevens and that's pretty much a kung fu striking stance for a snake who's totally prepped to open a can of whoop-butt on me and my little dog, too.
Just because Nature is so fascinating, I leaned in with my camera phone to take a photo of the thing with his mouth open, realizing just in time just how stupid that would be. Even by my standards.
But I still need a deliverable from Holly before we can go back into the building. What to do? I guess it's back to the pet park with the likes of us.
Well, there's worse things than mud. Besides how bad could it be, really?