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So, I know you’re excited the sun is out and you’ve brought down the pig and want to do a little photo sesh – #canineandtheswine – but I’m less than thrilled. In case you haven’t noticed, I have enough of a self image problem with this Elizabethan collar strapped ’round my neck, and while I appreciate that I now have super doggie hearing for all things directly in front of me, I really am not comfortable posing for your amusement at the expense of my self-dignity… not that self-image is a concern of yours given that you’re a human who wears Crocks.

Let’s be sensible here. You can’t seriously expect me to pose with a pig and a 9 month old puppy? It’s not civilized! I’m a grown bitch! I simply won’t let you force such disgrace.

Fine. Fuck you. But I’m feeding your Crocks to the pig.

(Many thanks to James for his superb canine translation. In exciting and semi-related news, Hanna’s stitches are out, which means no more Cone of Shame! She’s recovering beautifully, though we still have six weeks left of restricted play and exercise. The best news of all is that we can finally give her a much much needed bath. I’m sure she’d have comparable thoughts to the above for this news, but man, she really does stink.)