Trophy wives, trophy pets.
Now pets really can look like their owners.
Can you imagine a wrinkle~free Shar~Pei? And just think of all those poor french poodles with the crazy poofy haircuts & dye jobs... I bet now they'll have to suffer poofy pouty lips, too. I can't stop picturing some poor little tote~bag puppy done up to look like its owner, and the two of them looking very much like a 1950's mother and daughter team in matching outfits ~ right down to their surgical enhancements.
What this will mean for Dog Show judging, I don't know... but if it can happen to cows, then what could we expect for dogs? Perhaps they'll have to put more emphasis on the talent aspect of the competition. For the dogs, I mean. Not the cows...
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My goodness, Mabel; how is it that your Russian Blue looks so serene and unruffled?
Botox injections, my dear. Worked wonders for the Siamese fighting fish as well. Comes in this handy~dandy home injection kit. I've had a devil of a time keeping it out of the hands of the children, though; they think it's hysterically funny to dart the neighbour's parrots. And it's so hard to tell them "no" when they look up at me with those big pleading eyes, holding the blowguns they made in summer camp... You know, I blame the National Geographic channel for putting such silly ideas into their heads; I am tempted to write that magazine a very, very stern letter...
Posted by edgar at August 18, 2004 09:33 AM