You know how the magazines chase celebrities and shoot pictures of them without their makeup or in slobby clothes so they can say, “Ooh, look how nasty s/he looks when s/he’s not working! S/he’s falling apart!” Most of us don’t look our best 24 hours a day. We may have to run out for milk without our most presentable ensemble on. At home, we aren’t always gorgeous. We wear our sweats, go without our make-up, and don’t worry about projecting a stunning, glamorous image. Image is a false picture of reality. No one is perfect all the time.
Take OJ. A few days ago I showed you a photo of him looking all glamorous in a Continental clip. He knows he looks good. He prances with all the poodle panache of a champion in the ring at Westminster. He looks classy. If we’re out for a walk, Japanese tourists ask to take photos with him. Strangers stop on the street to comment on how amazing he looks. People in parking lots stop us to tell us what a beautiful dog he is. Yup. A standard poodle in the flesh is impressive. Very much like meeting a celebrity.
But at home, all that “classy poodle” image stuff goes out the window. OJ is just a dog. Well. Not quite a dog, but you know what I mean.
Napping is hard. I think he needs a treat. Yes. When he wakes up he should have a treat. But I should have a treat too…