Suddenly outdoor living became so cold, all my lovely fur insulate vanished - I swear it had something to do with that horrible treatment I got last Saturday - I'm not fully convinced, at all, this is an improvement. Granted with this new season look comes a whole new dimension of kissing and cuddling, ohs and ahs, you're so soft, you smell so good, you look so cute, only a third of your usual size, quite adorable in a geeky way - the latter I pretended not to hear. Because mentioning Malte (me) and geeky in the same sentence is pretty darn close to blasphemy.
The undersigned of this post says I will now be able to outrun the fastest there is, with this highly trimmed new look of mine. I'm not sure I'd be interested in that. Even if I'm a bundle of energy I prefer more of quick and steady walk than a silly run, my nose is my most precious belonging and I just love reading haiku and other interesting poems and news when we're out walking.
Running is for when the undersigned is too impatient to wait for me while I enjoy a spot of reading, or when I say hallo to friends - the world's full of them, and everyone is kind. Everyone loves me. Thinks I'm the best. That's just how it is - being kind of far away, must come close fast. Hallo there, how are you, am I not the most wonderful being you've ever seen, of course I am.
Undersigned said I wasn't very cooperative when we took pictures today, well so I thought it was quite cold, and uncomfortable, dah, but still I must say, I do look rather fetching carrying this new look well, the scarf rather complimentary to my colour and eyes, don't you think? Of course you do.
Undersigned also promised that all my lovely fur will grow back in a blink of an eye, that I will be back in my old, comfortable Malte-shape in no time. Looking forward to that.
Poor Malte looks humiliated!
ReplyDeleteAh, Malte, you just made my day. Love the scarf!
ReplyDeleteHow handsome you are Malte! Love the scarf too!
ReplyDeleteNah, humiliated I wouldn't say, he's brimming with self-regard no matter what, but it was a bit chilly, a scarf is something to tug and bite, not wear, and he was eager to go for a walk instead. But really, living such a comfortable life, one can play along once in a while...
ReplyDeleteThanks, John and Wendy, I'll pass that along to the little fellow!
I remember my Lappish Dog being carried upstairs for a bath. She was really embarrassed. All that proud black fur collapsed into something unstructured, dripping and her curved tail hung like if she'd been a cow. Talk about humiliation! Not to mention being stripped of her own carefully chosen odors and subject to perfumed shampoo! And to think that she just went through the trouble of selecting a particularly intriguing dead animal in the grass to roll around in for a while... what a waste! ;)
ReplyDeleteOh, poor, poor Lappish, it sure isn't easy to find your inner dog when you have to submit to human preferences...:)
ReplyDeleteOh Malte you look very dashing in your scarf.
ReplyDeletethank you, julie!
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