Chapter Seven
Did you see that Blog Post about those silly pink cowboy hats!?!?!?
Stupid, if you ask me!
Just plain dumb.
Who wants to wear a cowboy hat? And a pink, sparkly hat on top of that!?
How could I even walk about in PINK! Or Sparkles? Or a HAT!!!
Mom is not very bright. I don’t care if I look cute and even more handsome.
There is not a single way I could sneak up on a squirrel nest, or pounce on grasshoppers/lizards/snakes with a HAT on! The idiot thing would fall right off and scare everyone, me included!
“I don’t understand, TLC”, Boo Berry looked at me with that dumb hat on, puzzlement in her eyes, “I feel rather dashing.”
Actually, more than dashing—I feel downright UPTOWN.
Why, if Mom would take me to town, I’m sure the whole wide world would LOVE seeing me in my hat and sunglasses.
Pink on pink on SPARKLE!!”
See, I told you—she is easily pleased, that dog.
Sigh!









































