Mom and Dad are cleaning out some closets. They have two piles, one of stuff to throw away and the other for donations. Everything was going fine until they came to my old cupboard. “I keep the bowls and at least one bed for visiting dogs,” said Mom. “What about the sweaters?”
“Throw them away,” said Dad, if we get a new dog, they will not fit, and we want new stuff anyway.” Mom did as she was told, but she kept her favorite the striped, blue sweater. “Just in case,” she said.
By the way, I have no favorite sweater, they were all irritating. Especially that pumpkin outfit Elise insisted on putting on me once a year. I looked ridiculous and it was uncomfortable. But the worst was the Santa hat.
Mom kept the Santa hat too.
Angel Dog Diary 