Last night, I was enjoying my favorite part of the day: when Mama takes me out for my daily bike ride in the park. I look forward to this walk all day while she’s at work and I’m doing my thing.
But on yesterday’s rally, I had a very bad taste in my mouth. (And I know it tastes bad—I’ve eaten my own poop before.) No, no. It was this unique taste that only came from one thing: You damn people shamed me for my body for my pretty bouncy, corgi.
First, she called my legs “stupid.” Now, I used to be really insecure about my little legs, but nowadays, everyone seems to like them, but I’ve found that my legs are what make me special. I’ve even started thinking about getting insured à la Heidi Klum. Especially after that incident, although I didn’t look cute in that cast.
My face just…well, that’s what I did.
But as I looked at the setting sunshine over the dog’s trash can in the distance, I realized that some ignorant mortal could not shake my pride in my award. Sure, my butt is round and thin, but it’s not “funny.” she’s perfect.
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