Mooooooaaaaannnnn!!! I'm lying on the bed with my head shoved under humom's pillow trying to rest up my poor ears. Don't hupeople realize how sensitive doggie ears are? We were in the park, minding our own business, humom wandering along, myself reading the news & being gorgeous, when a group of hupeople came up and did the usual "isn't she sweet what is she can we pet her?" thing. Well, I'm fine with that. One of the ladies was particularly fabulous -- lovely, pillowy when she cuddled me, sweet-smelling, knew just how to pet me right -- but the voice, oh my doG. It was high and just kept getting higher, til I had to pin the ears back just to keep the drums from exploding. "I wuuuv yooooo yes I dyoooo I'm taking you home you're so cyuuuuuute my sweeeeteeeee ..." Every "I" like a knife in my head. Humom finally rescued me and took me home to recover. No praise for not biting the torturer or anything. Sheesh.
--- Missy ouuuuuut
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