Me wearing my sister’s dress
Talk about your embarrassing moments… My mom bought a Halloween outfit for my sister Nalla at PetsMart—a frilly pink tutu. Only problem is Nalla weighs less than two pounds. The dress is made for a grown-up dog… like someone my size. So mom’s not satisfied just putting it away until Nalla grows into it. Oh no. She needs to see how it’s going to look now. And guess who’s the lucky dog that has to try it on. My dad stuck up for me—said he didn’t want his boy wearing a dress. But once it was on he couldn’t stop laughing. He only stopped laughing long enough to take this picture. Thanks dad. They both thought it was funny. There was a tiara that went with it, but I had to draw the line somewhere. I wasn’t going to let her put that on my head. As it is, some day I’ll probably snap and find myself sitting in a pshychiatrist’s chair, telling him how my parents made me wear a dress. I just hope Spike, Rex and the other bullies at day-care don’t get their paws on this picture. You don’t know what they’ll do to me.
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