Showing posts with label lament. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lament. Show all posts

Sunday, April 27, 2014

w is for woollen sweater


There was a time (before Dorothy) when mommy used to take me everywhere with her, even to the shops.  Not all shops of course - that would have driven me crazy - but certain shops that dogs are allowed into, like H&M, where I got my woollen sweater.


Daddy hates my woollen sweater: him and uncle Stephen always make fun of me when I wear it, saying it looks like I have 'jock straps' on, but I don't care.  I like that it has straps around my legs because it stays on really well and keeps me warmer than any of my other clothes.  


More than any other reason though, I love this woollen sweater because it reminds me of my special times with mommy.  Those carefree, blissful days when I didn't have to "stay home and keep an eye on Dorothy!"  When I could go for drives or spontaneous shopping trips at a moment's notice.  When I truly was mommy's best friend and didn't have to share her with anybody.   That was freedom.  That was happiness.