The Fella has tried many a time – unsuccessfully – to bait FurFur with my shoes and accessories, presumably to teach me a lesson for littering them around the house. He dangles my high heels and purses in front of her, teasing, taunting, but to no avail. Good girl, FurFur.
On the other hand, she has no qualms about chewing dining table chair legs, magazine racks, blankets, or even a special rug from The Fella's long ago trip to Israel. It was hand-woven by an 80-year old blind man.
What He doesn't understand is that FurFur is a girly-girl – she appreciates pretty things, sparkly things. Admires them, actually. I swear, if I put on a shiny piece of jewelry, or a feathery coat, she saunters over, eyes it, and gives a dainty sniff of approval.
Thumbs up, Mommy!
FurFur wearing DGG (Dog Gone Good) bejeweled couture from her Auntie.
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