Mr. C was confident. Mrs. S was unsure. I was hopeful my diet and boot camp would soon be over.
It’s a snug fit for my orange neoprene vest but at least the Velcro comes together. I hate wearing it. Mr. C has to chase me down just to put it on me.
It’s been a tough week for me. Twice I begged for dinner mid afternoon. Several days my hunger pains forced me to scavenge the woods looking for food. Mrs. S was totally grossed out over several things I found to eat. But fitting into the vest called for celebration. Mrs. S thought a drive to my favorite store Petco would be a nice adventure. I like stores that let me in. Its a long ride to get there so I had a lot of time to figure out which costume I’d get. I still wanted the Princess Pup one. We were surprised when we got to the store there weren’t many choices for dogs my size.
All of sudden I heard Mrs. S scream “Bella, this is so you! You will look perfect. Surely you’ll win some prize at the parade.”
I had to admit it was perfect. Mrs. S suggested we wait till next weekend before showing you. I was just happy to be done. I wanted to go home. Shopping and trying on all these costumes tired me out. Lucky Petco had rawhide bones.
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