We find some people skeptical of Daisy's condition. They think we're the ones with a neurosis. One neighbor always shakes her head disapprovingly when when she walks by with her beagle. "It's the owners," she shouts to us as we cower behind the nearest truck. Another surprises us around a corner. "Just let her go, they'll work it out," he calls out as his yellow poodle comes running up and Daisy screeches in fright.
So we weren't surprised that some people seem to doubt whether one could really serve cocktails on Daisy's hindquarters. Here are some photos -- completely undoctored -- to prove our point.
View from the rear
Martini, anyone?
Sunday, July 15, 2007
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I personally would fly out to San Francisco to attend that cocktail party. But seriously, I think tradition dictates that she serve the drinks from a keg on her collar. How do you think a Cosmo would turn out? Mara
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