That makes it sound like we got a box full of dog parts or something. It wasn't that kind of horror. It's the kind of horror that screams the truth is even bigger and worse than you thought. The kind of horror that makes you want to bite the UPS man for bringing it to your door, even though he knows your name and always pets you on the head.
I'm talking about the kind of horror you see in today's picture.
Yeah that's me and it might look like just a postcard. But my human said it's advertising. Advertising so she can take pictures of even more stranger dogs. And it gets even worse. I went to the dot-com on the postcard and it's a freaking website my human made! For her stupid dog shooting business!
UGH with a capital, uh, UGH.
I had NO IDEA she was telling the whole internet about this stuff. I mean, you know how many dogs there must be on the internet?? The internet is HUGE. The website even has a freaking blog. Yeah.
So now my human is:
- giving away my cookies
- taking pictures of stranger dogs
- playing with/petting/godknowswhat-ing stranger dogs
- advertising on postcards
- telling the whole internet
- AND blogging about it!
I think the only poof that my human still loves me (and thinks I'm cute) is my picture on the postcard. And I think the only remotely good thing about any of this is that a picture of big beautiful Gracie is on the back of the postcard. It might be the closest I will ever be to her again.