Friday, August 25, 2006

Enforced Secret Joy #12 – Pink Puppy Paw Pads

We can officially say that my life has gone to the dogs. This adorable furry face and mitt belongs to Lewis, who is Roomie Jeykll’s boyfriend’s dog. As soon as Simon left, Lewis came in, he’s staying here for the weekend. He looks adorable, there’s no doubt, but he can be quite snooty, oh, I’m sorry, I mean particular.

And somtimes, if you catch him in the right mood, he will deign to display his Pink Puppy Paw Pads, which kill me every time. Simon also sported Pink Puppy Paw Pads of his own, but I didn’t get around to taking a picture of them.

Pink Puppy Paw Pads are the funniest thing in the world. You see them all the time on cats, but I rarely see them on dogs. The cocker spaniels I grew up with had Black Rough Paw Pads, they looked like backroads Georgia asphalt. Ginger Puppy and Basil The Dog also sport Black Rough Paw Pads. They’re obviously functional, but aesthetically, they’re missing something. Not that the dogs care. Just me.

Dear God, thank you for Pink Puppy Paw Pads. Thank you for the smile they bring to my face. Thank you for their whimsical color, their strange softness, their particular sectioning that look like Southern biscuits. Thank you for Lewis and Simon. Thank you for Basil the Dog and Ginger Puppy. Thank you for paw pads, no matter what color, because they give a strong foundation to a dog’s foot, and above all else, dogs need to walk like the rest of us.

Thank you for Your amazing attention to detail. There’s no reason in the world that you HAD to create Pink Puppy Paw Pads. They could’ve been black on any dog anywhere at anytime. But You, in Your infinite wisdom, decided to make them…pink. Not brown, not yellow, not purple. Pink. I think it’s awesome. You’ve got a great sense of humor, not to mention wicked ideas when it comes to canine creation. Thank you for the laughs. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Amen.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Amy The Writer -

Just thought I would let you know that I found your blog two days after the Act One closing banquet. I've been lurking as opposed to posting - but you've pushed me right over the edge with your ode to pink puppy paw pads. Our dog, Bianca, is currently in Seattle while we unpack boxes - and I'm freaking myself out trying to remember whether her pads are pink. (I'm about 97% sure they are.) I've gone through all the photos of her on my computer today - alas, she's not flashing pad in any of them. On the other hand, it's been a wonderful distraction from my own writing projects - so you've managed to help me tremendously without becoming a sunshiny moron.

Other random thoughts about the blog...I still like your voice...our Christmas cards feature haikus that never fail to offend my mother...and it's possible that you are more patient than you think you are.

Lauri The Act One "Moderator"

(BTW, thanks for not making me "the Evil Moderator". And for the record, I would willingly give up chocolate for a month to have written your eyebrow slam.)

peter said...

mmm...Southern biscuits...

Midlife Virgin said...

I agree. Thank God for pink puppy paws... and you!