Concrete Cruelty

I'm warning you, the image you are about to view is not for consumption by those who simply cannot bear to see concrete animals at risk.

A couple of blogs ago I wrote about how our much adored poodle was abducted and being held for ransom. Well, the ransom notes keep coming. We decided to take the posture most often adopted by Israel and not negotiate with our kidnapper and, so far, it seems to be working. The ransom demands are less with each note. I suspect if we can ignore them long enough we may find our friend back home in the near future.

Now, I've noticed a thing or two about the kidnapper(s) in the photographs on the ransom notes. A: They aren't professional photographers. The images are often not framed properly and cardinal rules of thumb for even amatuer photographers are ignored entirely. And, 2: They really need a ChiChi consultation. They seem to be entirely stuck in a beige or, at best, an off beige decor. There seems to be no lush or exciting colors anywhere. Poor Celeste (that's what I've decided to call her). She must be saddened to be away from our vibrant atmosphere. I hope she gets home before full blown depression sets in. Heaven knows she's going to be suffering enough from the trauma of this experience. But color deprivation? How horribly savage.

But this is what really frosts my fanny...




Hey, you, ornament-napper! She's concrete for crying out loud! She's sweetly silent. And clean. And non-shedding. There is absolutely no excuse for gagging her unless you are depraved enough to actually get a kick out of terrorizing the poor thing.


I have to admit, though. I admire how stoic she is in the face of such sadistic barbarism.


That's our girl. Keep your resolve. I suspect you'll be home soon.