Why is it, whenever I give the dogs a bath and lay out about 187 old towels and blankets for them to roll around on for drying off, the Sibe always insists on going straight to my prized handwoven Turkish rug to finish her drying? Remember that time when Mr. Wild Dingo and I were in Turkey and he insisted he wasn't going to buy any rugs? (If you haven't read it, you really must read it because it's probably one of the best too-hilarious-to-be-true-but-really-is-true stories on this site. So go read it.) Well, this is my favorite of those rugs.
"Obviously I like this rug too otherwise I wouldn't grace its presence with my royal jodhpurs."
"The yellow contrasts nicely with my black and white coat and brings out the amber in my eyes, don't you think?"
"This has nothing to do with getting even with woo, Mom. Really. I just think a princess should dry her jodhpurs in Turkish spa style. Woo can't argue with that!"
*If you want to see the full rug, see it here.
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"Your project is guaranteed to meet superior Siberian standards or I will fatally masticate it. You have my "woo" on that!"
"I keep your project safe from crows, coyotes, and flies. I prefer to be paid in salmon treats and tennis balls."
"I manage the treat jar & the staff's daily payroll of cookies and bones. The staff is excellent at math and let me know when I come up short."