tutu
Sunday, November 23rd, 2008I am greatly outnumbered in my family. Boy husband. Boy dogs. Boy children. Boy cat.
I tried overcompensating at first by getting a girl cat. And that look on her face may tell you right away, she’s not that into girl stuff. I’m not either. We get along great.
She’s a little feral. For the first year she lived with us, the only real cuddling we did was when she would jump on my back while I did yoga.
Actually, that’s the only real cuddling we’ve ever done.
When we brought this ridiculously adorable mess of a girl dog into our family last year, it’s possible I went overboard with the idea of having a fluffy little princess. I’m not sure why; girl stuff has never been my thing.
While shopping for dementor masks and ninja knives and other boy-like Halloween trappings last year, I may have picked up a purple tutu for her. What dog doesn’t want to dress up like a ballerina? Come on. You know they all do. It’s a great idea. Everybody thinks so.
Except, possibly, for Talullah.
