One of the makeup artists once dyed my dog blue with vegetable blue. ~Mia Kirshner
All is not well with my soul. *sigh* My instinct is to go to ground & wait for *This too, to pass*. Unfriendly & unsociable of me & probably unhelpful to the state of my soul so I am going to share with you one of the weirder things that has come my way recently.
The photo is not the dog in question; the photo is c/~ of Photobucket who are so accommodating about providing pictures of really weird things.
Star & I are not much of ones for exercise, which serves no purpose. For the life of me I cannot figure out why anyone would pay to be tortured in a gym ~ but people do. Some strange souls even seem to enjoy it. Star & I are not of their company. However we do enjoy a leisurely walk in the cool of the evening. This in no way can be construed as *exercise*. We dally. We meander. We most certainly do not get our heart rates up. It is an excuse for Star to drap herself all over me because, "Don't touch me! I don't like being touched!" Except on her own terms, of course. It is an opportunity for me to peer into other people's gardens & perhaps surreptitiously nip a stray tendril overhanging the footpath, gather the prettiest feathers, & gaze in wonder as the first stars appear hazily through the dusk. I embarrass Star. Don't Stare, she hisses.
Sometimes staring is the only possible response.
So we were leisurely walking home through the gathering dusk, urged on by my Star who objects when the mozzies arrive in black droves to being vampired, when we came to the house on the last corner. The house has a big picture window out the front & new tenants & would not normally attract my attention. The yard is bare & dull, the house a butter box of the less interesting kind & there is no garden; not even a cat basking in the fading sunlight.
Glancing incuriously towards the house my gaze was suddenly arrested. The pale curtains were pulled back & fastened by big hot pink bows [that alone was enough to make my jaw drop] but dead centre of the window was a tiny white mop of a dog with hot pink ears & a hot pink tail! I gawped. [Isn't gawped a lovely word?!] I couldn't believe that anyone could do that to an animal! Star had to drag me away. I just couldn't believe my eyes.
So there you have it; the latest craze ~ lap dogs dyed to match your decor. Last thing I ever expected to see on the island!