His name is
Binky, and as you can see, the object of unbelievable cruelty.
He wrote:
Sniffer, my owner straps this heavy costume on me every day in summer, parades
me around the boardwalk, and forces me to eat hotdogs – note my fatness making
my legs walk sideways – and he thinks it’s cute and fun. I’m suffering, Sniffer.
Can you help?
I wrote:
Dear Brave Little Guy, “must be strong” is what I always say to myself when
faced with similar unspeakable circumstances at the hands of my own deluded
human caregiver. I mean, this is what they of the two legs like to do:
And – well,
I mean, I don’t know what to say:
Binky, I shall post upon my famous Website your plea for help, and trust that your “owner” will see it and the light and put you on a no clothes, no hotdogs leash (what do those delicious looking dogs do - slide directly into your stomach?) and put you on an all vegetables diet.
For now,
think good thoughts and know that we of the Sniffer Universe (including I’m
sure the well-meaning people in these pictures) luv you.
Your
companion in suffering,Sniffer The Maltese
