today i find myself in a particularly jovial disposition, and i am quite unable to restrain my giddiness. what is this emotion that has flooded over me, you ask? allow me to share with you what has recently transpired in my life.
as many of you have ascertained, i tend to be a sensible, serious, and introspective canine. coupling these traits along with my more mature, old fashioned stature, i had reached the conclusion that i, asa, was not ideal "relationship material". one could only imagine my surprise when approximately a fortnight ago, a certain gentledog approached my little brother booker with this message:
Oh, Mr. Bookerman... I uh was wondering if I... uh.. may court Asa? With your permission of course. And if she will have me that is...
shortly thereafter, booker approached me to convey the message. my heart swelled with hope as a ship's sail that has harnessed the wind. who was this magnanimous gentledog who considered it of utmost courtesy to first request permission from my little brother to pursue me?
booker indicated that he had thoroughly examined my potential suitor and found him to be of upstanding, moral character. furthermore, my little brother concluded that my admirer was of a more gregarious and playful nature, which he believed would aid me in coming out of my shell a bit.
i, asa, greatly respect the opinion of my little brother, and so i embraced the opportunity to get to know my admirer. roughly one week ago, i responded to my suitor in the affirmative. i am enchanted to share with you all that i am now the special lady of my handsome gentledog:
|is he not ruggedly handsome & good looking?|
|he relishes in a relaxing slumber as do i.|
|he is a fellow food connoisseur.|
|he shares a vast knowledge of the latest scarf fashion.|
|he enjoys masticating on a bone as much as i do.|
|besides, i have a penchant for blondes!|