Note the middle toe and how magically purple and delicious it looks. It's pretty much the Barney and Friends-iest of all feet so I'm hauling it to Hollywood to launch its music career. (Heads up, Britney and move over Beyonce.) Look for This Little Piggy on the soundtrack to "Saw VI: Revenge of the Hunting Dogs."
My toes'll be signing autographs in no time.
The cosmetic change is because someone (i.e. me) thought it be fun to step on a dog leash to keep said animal from running away. The problem was, I was shoeless, and the pooch is about 78 1/2 times stronger than me.
Frankly, This Little Piggy is lucky to be alive.
Many city people own hamsters, cats, dogs, bald eagles, etc. ... but I was never one of them.
The first pet I ever owned was a fish. I named him Sunny. He was dead in three days.
Animals weren't allowed in my house, so I don't really know how to care for them. I can pet fur and fill water bowls, sure. But when dogs bark, I scream. And run to my mommy still, but please don't tell anyone.
So when this vicious creature stopped over last night, I'm pretty sure I thought my middle toe could take her.
I thought wrong.
I also didn't think about how ridiculous I'd sound yelping "Ow! Ow!" in front of a man who regularly comes home with scars in irregular places (like his belly button or the underside of his elbow).
Cowboy says he's an electrician, but I'm pretty sure that's just code for "raccoon wrestler" or "coyote slayer."
So I shut up and prayed my toe was broken so I'd have an excuse. But it wasn't. Damn.
That dog is a pooch, but I am a major pussy.
Right now I'm sure you've dislocated your shoulder in an attempt to raise your hand, so allow me to answer your questions:
1). Yes. That is Cowboy's dog. You're meeting her before you meet him. Sorry. But the wait is SOOO worth it, I promise. PS: Her name is Lacey.
2). Yes. I specifically painted my nails for this picture. And then I photoshopped all the edges I'd messed up. You win.