Monday, May 26, 2008
This is my girl, Trudy. She's the coolest dog ever. If I was a dog, I'd idolize her. I'd wear my fur like hers. You know, cockaburs* are the new Scrunchie. I'd run beside her and watch to see if all the other girl dogs saw me with her. We'd bark at vultures flying overhead and swim in the smelliest ponds in the county. The other girl dogs would be so jealous of me. As it is, I am a mere human so I have to be content with helping Trudy care for her chickens. I change the waterers and scrub the chicken poo out of the feed pans 3 times a day before filling them. Trudy's too busy with important things like herding her chickens, driving them back home so hawks and coyotes living in the woods don't snatch them up. No wisecracks Paula Barber. Trudy does not eat chicken.
This is also Trudy.
And this. Anyone else notice Trudy looking a little, ahem, different?
I thought it would be fun to play a little game. It's multiple choice. The question is:
Do you think these photos represent:
A. Trudy before and after collagen injections.
B. Trudy before and after rhinoplasty.
C. Trudy before and after being bitten on the nose by a poisonous copperhead snake.
*ETA: My farm-raised boy just informed his city-raised mother it's COCKLEBUR, not cockabur. I'm so embarrassed. Not really. I'm more amused. Here's how Urban Dictionary defines cockabur.
A person who operates a potato gun without wearing any clothing