Well, first off, I would like to thank Biddy for confessing to spilling au jus sauce all over MP's sofa. God forbid, I'm going to have a hard enough time explaining the smelly, purple stain on the rug. And the sheer madness of this post.
Nevertheless, my puppy, Bindi, and I have taken over a room here for the night and are having a fabulous time lounging around with our smelly feet on the sofa, redecorating a few rooms,
stealing checks from the middle of MP's checkbook, and trying to decide on the perfect place to hang the Dogs Playing Pool velvet wall-hanging.
And regarding Bindi, she and I have been talking a lot about growing up, where and when she can pee, how to ward off rogue butt-sniffers, and other such girly-girl matters. And in our discussions, we've come to the conclusion that because she was born a royal Irish princess, she should be rightfully betrothed to another dog of similar greatness and high moral character. This is Princess Bindi...
So, we started looking for a royal dog with prestigious blood lines and a strong family name.
No...he's a bit too hairy and he's a wimp. Who's freaking scared of flying monkeys, anyway?
Actually, Hooch is an imbacille. He's slobery and smelly and would probably eat Bindi as a snack.
And then we thought, Snoopy...
However, Snoopy sleeps on top of his shack and he's got a strange relationship with a bird. It would never work...
Yes. We think that Prince Jack would be perfect!!
That being said, I, Lulu,
And thanks to a fabulous puppy shower, Bindi has a lavish dowry to offer Jack.
And we’ll hire Doggie I-Do’s to plan the wedding.
And Bindi will wear this dress:
And Jack will wear this tuxedo:
And Lulu will be committed to this mental ward:
I warned you, MP…