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Hi, it's me—Lindy!
I'm slim, and I'm trim, and I'm lovely, so if I want to let my dad carry one of my snow boots for me, it's okay. I've been around cyberspace long enough to know I have a few fans, perhaps more than a few, so I'm not proud. I know we'll go home, where my mom will have a hissy-fit about my poor, sad, cold foot, and she'll make sure my dad gets all the snow out from between the pads, and gets my hair good and dry.
Posted for Pet Pride
hosted by Lindy's buddy Bozo and his family
in Mumbai, India, at their Pets Forever blog
Lindy says, "Hi, Bozo. I really don't need boots. I can chew the ice-balls out from between the pads of my feet, but it makes my mom and dad happy when I let them put the boots on me. And they are reflective, which is a nice safety feature when Dad and I are walking at night. Do you go walking at night? I know you don't need snow boots, but maybe reflectors?"
