These were by Ed Hardy, that gaudy pseudo-Harley designer from L.A. I don’t know what she was thinking when she bought those. They have been on my nerves for months. Once before I ate them, and she went out and replaced them. But it’s so near the end of the summer that she won’t do it again.
Cheap sunglasses are all she needs. I keep telling her that. She doesn’t wear them much anyway, because we summer in Half Moon Bay where it’s foggy.
She’s really hard to train, and I’ve given her all the love I can summon.
Oh, and today she had them cut off my hair into that lamby-pamby cut again. I’m not letting her photograph me.