Today, I got to pretend that I had a pretty, fluffy girl dog. I took Scandal, my mom's maltese, to Petsmart with me. I got to fuss with her pretty coat first, and she loved the brushing. Then I got to put a cute blue bow on her topknot before we went out in public. Oh, she loves her public. Even though she's retired from the show ring, she hasn't lost the strut. She still lights up like a Christmas tree whenever she has an "audience". I had some people ooohing and aaahing about how cute she was, and how adorable her bow was. And they crooned about her beautiful and silky coat, and what a precious little girl my dog was. Of course I didn't tell them that she belonged to my Mom. Sigh. I NEED a sweet girl dog with beautiful hair to primp, one who looks good in rhinestones and ribbons. Instead, I have gallumphing oafs who make awful faces if I so much as use floral-scented shampoo on them. Oh well. It was fun to make-believe for a bit.