Today, Boston became a man:
Or maybe opposite of that.
(I know my photoshop skills are amazing, but I will have you know that he didn't actually grow a beard or start smoking cigars. Pretty convincing though, right?)
David dropped the lil guy off at the Humane Society out in Phoenix this morning to spend a day meeting new people, playing with other dogs, getting injected with painkillers, and getting his balls chopped off. All in all (except for one thing), sounds like a pretty good day!
Bos-Hog is taking it like a champ. Despite the fact that he won't leave my lap and whines from time to time, the painkillers have made him pretty lethargic and he's just been sleeping most of the time (maybe I should see if i can get more of whatever they gave him...sounds like it could come in handy). He's even taken a few little nibbles at one of the new toys i bought him on the way (my way of feeling better about taking away his manhood).
On the plus side, I looked into it and apparently, the Elizabethan look is totally chic:
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Granted, we're about 500 years too late on the Chic-o-Meter but we don't have to tell Bos that. If Shakespeare can rock it, anyone can.
.........that is by far the worst fashion advice I've ever given.
But it's not only Shakespeare! We can thank Queen Elizabeth I for high fashion gems like this:
And look, even Barbie's doing it:
I feel so much better now. So should you, Boston.
Disclaimer: No animals were hurt in the making of this blog. Just mildly humiliated.
