I'm dogsitting. Bailey is a super cute dog. She is cute in the literal sense, as in she is wee. I am not a tiny dog person. Bailey, however, is adorable and sweet and doesn't bounce off the walls or bite like most tiny dogs I've met. Still, when I take her on walks, I suddenly understand those bumper stickers that read, "My Other Car is a Harley." I somehow feel the need to tell every Big Dog Owner that we pass -- especially when Bailey is flipping out with the innate need to attack the big dogs ... why do little dogs do that?? it's an Napoleon thing, I guess -- that "My Other Dog is a Great Dane."
I must say, however, that it's much more pleasant to clean up Bailey's doody (or is it "doodie?") than it was to clean up the Great Dane's poo (I can spell "poo"). She can also pull on the leash all she wants, but she won't knock me off my barstool. It's also kind of fun to wear her as a hat, as she fits most perfectly upon my head. I also like having Bailey around because she makes me feel normal. I know I won't be running off to Amsterdam this weekend at the last minute, or staying at the pool for eight hours, or going to an all-day music festival. It's kind of nice to have that excuse, "Sorry, I've got to let the dog out." Even though she's just a little dog...
Yes, despite the fact that most of my blogs have nothing to do with HullabaLOU (and often nothing to do with music at all), each commenter on my blog still gets a chance to win a pair of Reserved Seats at HullabaLOU for Saturday, July 24. Does that answer your question?