Now What?!

Do you remember I told you how hot it was on my tootsies?  And how Mom would drive me to a green spot so I could do my business?  Well, no more!

I have a new torture.  They bought me booties.  Little leather shoes.  To go on my feet.  (That's where booties go.)

It's supposed to protect my tender paws from the hot pavement.  What a racket.  Look at these things.  They have velcro wraps that go around my legs to keep them on.  How am I supposed to deal with these?

But Mom made me go out with them anyway.  

She says I prance like a show horse in them.  But heck, it's the only way I can move without tripping over my own feet.

But I can do the important stuff in them.

And actually, they aren't all that bad.  In fact they might actually look classy on me.

I think I'll go see if my friends down the street want to admire them.  (And maybe get me a few of their wonderful cookies.)

Oh, well.  Guess we better go back home.  Nobody's here today.

Oops, I threw a shoe!  They have to come off anyway, so no harm done.  I have to admit, I didn't feel the hot pavement as bad.  And I guess a little prancing never hurt anybody.  I think I kinda like my new booties.  I might keep 'em.

Hope you have neat booties that you like.

Love, G