Sammy Sighs

Hi. I'd like to start by saying that I am NOT a wussy dog.

Today it was rainy and cool, so Mom decided we'd go for our walk anyway. It was only "misty" she said. Ok, fine. When she gets out the harness, I go hide and cower by Dad. I don't know why, it's just part of the "game". But, anyway, she decided we needed to wear sweaters. Or shirts .. because it was cool out. We all know us Yorkies don't have the undercoat to keep us warm. But, gees, she puts this shirt on me:

Doesn't she know, that makes me look like a wussy? I don't think I need to be wearing a shirt that says "mama's boy". Geesh. She was saying how she looked at some doggie blogs online and some of them were wearing really cute clothes. I am sure they were girl dogs like Silly Sissy, not manly, verile boy dogs like me. I am totally embarassed by this whole thing. So, she puts the shirt on me and I run into her bedroom and bury myself in the doggy bed and blankets. But, she finds me and off we go on our walk. I couldn't hide and pout in the closet because the door was shut.

Now, Silly Sissy has a coat that doesn't say anything embarrassing. But, she wouldn't care anyway, she has a slight case of ADD (attention deficit disorder like humans get) and would probably forget that she even has a coat on!

Silly Sissy did better walking even though she did think she has to be in the lead all the time. One of these days she'll learn it is much easier to walk nicely like I do. But, she still gallups ahead of me, over me and beside me.



See in this last picture...I am getting annoyed. But, Silly Sissy doesn't care. She is having too much fun. I think I should just get to walk by myself.

She did do better about barking this time though...even though she did bark at a nice English Spaniel dog on the route. I ignored her and kept walking briskly so as the other dog wouldn't notice my stupid wussy boy shirt I was made to wear.

Speaking of barking, I did have to bark once. There was this really scary person or monster or something running towards us. He had on these noisy shoes that sounded like they had nails in them, and a band or something around his head. He was carrying some kind of scary looking hat. And, his shoulders were huge...monstrous....scary. But, then, Mom told me he was just a football player running to the gym from practice. Whew, that was close. Good thing I was there to protect her.

I also try to mark our route by peeing on several trees, flowers and tall grasses. That way if we were to get lost, I could lead Mom and Silly Sissy home. But, Stupid Silly Sissy doesn't hardly let me stop to mark the way..she pulls and jumps and I can not get the trail marked. She obviously doesn't know the story of Hansel and Gretel.

Mom was so proud of my walking good, she wanted to take my picture. But, I fooled her...as soon as she gets ready, I turn my head. She'll learn to not make me into a wussy boy.


PS. If you have any suggestions for me and Mom or want to comment about my sad situation (being put in a wussy boy shirt) or anything else, you can leave a comment at the end of any post....just click and leave your comments!