Hi everybody, it's Dutch again. My human said I could be the blog again today because of what could happen to me this weekend. I know she is trying to make me feel better, but it will not work. Because I know what it means when the the pink triangle comes to our neighborhood.
It means CAMPING.
It happens every year. First the no parking signs go up. Then a Pink Triangle comes. A big green bag gets packed up and we leave. We camp. My human says the Pink Triangle means Pride weekend and a whole bunch of Pride happening on a stage right outside our window all day and all night. She says we leave because it's too noisy and too hard to leave the house.
But she could be lying. I cannot say.
Maybe the Pink Triangle means free cookies for all good dogs. Or maybe just for the good dogs who love pink. And are boys. I'm afraid I will never know the truth.
To me it just means having to go camping. In the woods. In a tent (if my human remembers to bring one).
We know I love pink. But not when it's a Triangle.
The no parking signs are already here. The Pink Triangle is not. The big green bag is not packed yet either. My human is tired. Mazda is tired. Maybe there's hope? Maybe we'll stay here with the loud Pride and possible free cookies for pink-loving boy dogs. I would share them with Pug if it meant we didn't have to camp. I would give them all to Pug if it meant we didn't have to camp.
I love giants bed with linens and pillows. Please, please don't make me camp.