A muzzle puzzle?

I admit, these past few days, I've experienced moments of deep puzzlement.

First of all, when Gail excavated from the darkest corner of her box room an unfamiliar object which turned out to be a sewing machine...

...and then a few hours later when she showed me the result of all her snipping and pinning and stitching efforts.

Hmmm. Gail appears to have sewn herself some sort of a muzzle.

Now I know that lots of humans have been finding this 'lockdown' business tough, but I must say that so far Gail has generally remained calm, been diligent in her social distancing, and has not tried to bite anyone or shown other signs of aggression when we go out together for our daily exercise.

Do you think she really needs this muzzle?

A wee nose hat?

That's what the vet said she was going to strap around my head before giving me my annual health check and vaccinations.

A 'wee nose hat' indeed. The cheek of it!

And then she tried to make up for the insult to my person by telling Gail what a fine, healthy and muscular chap I am (as if we didn't know that already).

Well Gail might have been glowing with pride but it was going to take more than a few nice words and a gravy bone from the vet to restore my equanimity after all the poking and prodding.

Humph.


PS: It's not too late for you to write a reference in support of my 'Scotland AmbassaDog' application (see previous post for detail). And thank you so much to everyone who has already been so kind as to comment in such a lovely, and helpful, manner.

PPS: Oh I am once again SO EXCITED!  Gail and I are going to visit a Very Special Blog Friend this weekend. I wonder if you can guess who that might be?