They say everything’s bigger in Texas. I like a state that’s big enough for me, but Momma sez even my ego is too big to fit inside this place, whatever an ego is.
We got here to a place called West Texas. It’s like an Old West movie, and some towns I went to are so cool they’re in the movies a lot.
Big cactus, big hat wearin’ cowboys, big haired ladies and big wide open places for me to run, run run. I like it!
Sometimes I overdo it and play too hard though, so today I’m taking it easy on the couch to tell you what I’ve been up to.
One thing I noticed though: these Texans know how to grow those cactus things really big. Which means one thing: big, big thorns! Ouch! I keep getting them stuck in my paws. When I wear my Ruff Wear boots I don’t get ’em, but as soon as I go all nekkid, those thorns like to find their way up in between my toes. Just a few steps and it’s like walking on hot coals!
All you Texas doggies, please tell me how you get around without your feets hurting all of the time? Do you just chew those thorns up and spit ’em out? Or do you wear custom cowboy doggie boots?
Hmm. I wonder if the Fake Prada Store has any?
