The Staff have been at it again.
Now, I’m all for supporting good causes, especially if they involve greyhounds. And the Staff can do what they like with the foldy and clinky stuff, so long as I’m comfortably housed and properly fed and have nice holidays. But I do object to becoming a dress-up dolly.
Dad recently saw something on the IWaG website about a fundraiser event. He showed it to Mum. Mistake. She Bought stuff. For Me.
Yes, OK, it’s a very nice cosy coat. And it has been slightly chilly the past couple of weeks for this part of the world. I’m sure doggos from Down South would laugh at the idea of 20°C being chilly, but for us tropical sorts it is. So a coat wasn’t a totally bad idea. It’s just… I feel a bit of a berk wearing one.
However, Mum loves me in it, and it is an awfully nice soft micro-minky velour fabric (see, I do listen, Mum), and it does suit me. She even put on my Fancy Collar for the photos because she feels it ‘goes’ better.
So I suppose I’d better be as gracious as I can about the whole thing, seeing as it is for a Good Cause.
Only, you don’t think it’s a bit, well, girly for a big black greyhound, do you…?