
She's not looking so happy anymore.
Yes, there is a specific reason for that.
I think she is now convinced that we are total weirdos.
Seriously.

Do you want to know why she's now so unhappy?
Why I think she thinks we are weirdos?
It's sort of a longish story, which I'll do my best to shorten.
It's actually Meg's fault. You see, Meg is a brown dog with a white tail. The woods around our West Virginia place are full of deer, which are brown with white tails. (They aren't call whitetailed deer for nothing!) Although there's no hunting allowed in our community, hunters aren't always the smartest bunch. And I didn't want Meg to be mistaken for a deer.
She's too dear to use for that (pun intended). So, I outfitted her and CeCe with what I call "don't shoot me" vests.


She was giving me this look as if to say, "This is stupid. I feel like a huge dork. I am not going anywhere until you take this thing off of me."

Soon enough she was back to her happy self. Maybe that was because I declared the fitting session over and let her get back to cavorting naked through the yard?
I guess her previous owners didn't play dress-up with her.
I suppose she does still have some more adjusting to do after all.
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