August 5, 2022
I saw Steve Sir’s critique of my guard-dog skills. Please allow me to address that separately. First, I want to say what it is like to be a Camp Dog and Camp Champions.
I’ve got to be honest - This is one sweet gig.
My job? Be cute, loving, unthreatening and willing to embrace humiliating costumes.
In exchange, I play, eat, and absorb love.
One sweet gig.
I remain unsure why Susie Ma’am and Steve Sir seem so intent on the costumes, but it seems to make them happy. I think they may be simple minded, but they are cute.
A proud dog might resent the humiliation, but I think that these humans need my sacrifice. Sure, I worry that other dogs will see these photos, but I hold firm to my belief that their lack of opposable thumbs will limit their Instagram usage.
Also, I am not sure other dogs are old enough for social media – so there’s that.
With that comfort, I will continue to bring joy as best I can – one embarrassing outfit at a time.
Here are some of the “greatest hits”.
Looking back, this is an odd legacy. But these antics have led to some fans. Here is a camper from last week who brought a stuffed animal of me from Kneeman Marcus to her day camp show and tell. (my likeness is a best seller in the camp store.) I do love my fans. Beyonce – eat your heart out.
OK, now please let me refute Steve Sir’s suggestion that I am not keeping the family safe by barking and baying at boats on Lake LBJ.
To him, I have but one question:
“How many boats have successfully crossed the 600 feet of land to invade our home?”
None. Absolutely zero. Zippo.
What more proof do you need?
PS OK, maybe a shake when I see squirrels. Some of these squirrels are scary, I’m not going to lie . . .