Meet Snickers.
Snickers is my friend Sharon’s fiance’s mother’s dog.
What our relationship lacks in simplicity, it makes up for in deep affection.
At least on my side.
Snickers’ side of the story is somewhat different.
“Carrots.”
“MMMMmm, carrots, I love carrots, they’re delicious… wait, why is that girl staring at me again?”
“And what’s up with that giant black thing making the clicking noises? It’s like the sounds my nails make on the wood floors when they get too long.”
“But the black thing doesn’t have nails.”
“Suspicious”
“Mom, that girl is staring and clicking at me again.”
“Mom?”
“Mom, where are you?”
“Have you forsaken me?”
“Well, I thought I could have a lovely rest in the sun, but I guess that’s just too appealing for you.”
“Why do you continue to click?”
“Why has my mom abandoned me with you?”
“Why do garbage and underwear taste so good?”
“I’m just filled with questions today.”
“Fine, you’ve ruined my nap.”
“Are you happy, strange girl?”
“You’ve just made me feel all discombobulated.”
“I hope you feel proud, knowing you’ve disturbed my rest.”
“I hope you can look yourself in the mirror tomorrow morning.”
“Do you plan to visit often?”
“I might need to get a restraining order.”
“Woof.”
Sometimes I stalk non-woodland animals too,
Megan
Snickers
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He does look rather alarmed at being the focus of a papparazzo… (papparazza?)
But I would be in a constant state of stress if my name were Snickers, too.
Such an attractive model you’ve got there, he’s adorable!
My heart belongs to all dogs (especially my own). The good news is, he’ll forgot you were ever there and be back to sleep in no time – in this, I envy the dog. The garbage and underwear, I do not.
So cute!! My dogs are the same way! They are like, “There she goes with the camera again!” I’ve taken so many photos I think they understand “Say cheese!”.
She might have acted annoyed, but secretly she was thrilled- you made her feel young and glamorous again.
Snickers is very cute and looks very worried by his new friend! You might get stuck with a therapy bill.
What kind of dog is snickers?
i love me some snickers! and i signed up for your posts to my inbox.
I appreciate that you are an equal opportunity, non-discriminating kind of stalker Megan. It shows good character.
Ok. That is a CUTE dog!
I like carrots, too. Also, I love to eat Snickers. The candy bar. Not the dog. Although this one time, in Chinatown …
You know what’s awesome about this post? I just read an entire post in which you were talking like you were the dog….and I totally bought it! I laughed, and nodded, and agreed. That’s good writin’ there!
I am growing somewhat addicted to your photo-essays.
That’s a very good thing.
Oh, Snickers, I think I love you! Seriously, that dog and my dog, Pica, look like they would be 2 peas in a pod (a smelly, fur-covered pod, but a happy pod nonetheless!)
This reminds me of taking pictures of Corianne’s roommate’s dog in Alabama. There is nothing wrong with dog-photo-stalking!