His Dogness

Dear Diary,

Momma used to have to help Doobins get dressed. She says she used to have to help me get dressed, too, but I don’t remember that.

Anyway, now he likes to get dressed all by himself. The other day he was putting his shirt on over his head and his head got stuck. He yelled and Momma went into his bedroom to see what the matter was. I went with her.

We saw that his head was stuck. His arms were waving in the air. We wanted to laugh but we knew that if we laughed he would be even more angry. So we looked at each other and smiled.

Momma pulled his shirt down over his head. Then he told us to leave becasue he wanted to finished getting dressed by himself. So we left.

After he got dressed this morning, he came in wearing a pair of my capri pants. They are pink. I was going to say, “Hey, Doobins, you’re wearing my capri pants.”

I got as far as “Hey, Doobins…” before Momma gave me a thump on the head and a look. I have seen that look before. It means, “You better not say anything.”

So I didn’t say anything.

Signed,
Sparkle Girl