I would like to take photos of our dog’s toupee but he is very very afraid of cameras. Poor guy. He never thought he’d be taken into the world of photo people. Every day his hair has some extra special flare to it but I just can’t act fast enough to capture the creation of the day. Some days it is parted down the middle. Other days (like now) he has a perfect curl on his forehead. Other days I’ve seen devil horns. He’s even done the “I just woke out of bed look” but you know he spent hours to get it just right. His toe hair even has a life of its own. So much toe hair it is incredible. I love this dog.
Author: Ali Carras
At a very young age I lost site of my mom in a local grocery store in Boulder, Colorado. I did, however, have the smarts to go to the customer service counter. The kind woman at the counter asked "What is your name little girl?" My reply: "Assi." The woman gave me a look like, "Are you playing with me you little devil?" but she proceeded to blast on the loudspeaker the "We have a lost Assi at the front of the store." Customers throughout the store gagged and giggled, but my mom knew exactly who the woman was referring to: the mullet haired little girl with a tongue too big for her mouth, wearing a leotard, skirt, tights, and jelly shoes (with florescent green laces in them...even though they didn't need the laces). A shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing. I am pleased to report that today I am able to fully pronounce Allison (aka Ali), but the Assi pseudonym has always stuck, evolving into Aszi. As for the shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing? Some things never change.
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