Make The Fur Fly

Howdy, Everyone! How was your day? I hope you had some pleasant time to remember! Today I went with my dogs for a short walk in the forest - well, its not a real forest... just a little, short-trees one. Remember when I told you about my 9 puppies? The other 8 are bought by some friends and relatives, and there's only one for me to keep. Its a male dog, named Vodka. You can see that I also brought Vodka's dad with me - its Goldie, my gorgeous 3 years-old golden retriever. We had fun and exercised together for about two hours.

At first I planned to take some photos with both Vodka and Goldie, but after the second photos, an old goat showed up - approaching us slowly, as if he was trying to get some attention. Hollymother. Goldie is such a hyper, and he went nuts after seeing that innocent goat came along. He jumped around, trying to set his legs free from my hand. Afraid of being involved in a kind of Discovery Channel's documentary scenes about a crazy dog trying to fight with an old, weak, restless goat, I ran to get Goldie and punished him : tied him in the front seat of my car. So in the rest photos there's only me and Vodka... Poor Goldie. But I really didnt want to risk anything.

Then to make it a real post of a fashion blog (ha-ha.), here's my today's outfits report. I was going to wear an outwear as a layer, but what I did this morning were walking my dogs, and as an exercise, its related to the overproduction of sweats. So I didn't add anything.

Photos by Elang.

Vintage 70s light dress : thrifted

Brown Leather Messenger Bag : mom's belonging

White flat shoes with bow : NY.

Red ribbon with dots : kadokita

taken by Canon EOS 500D.

I don't know what you might think about this, but my dogs are my best listener ever. I talk with them - almost everyday, anytime I have words to say. And somehow I feel like they understand what I say, and they could feel what I feel. They care. They don't subjectively jugde, they don't ignoring. They are there when you need, always close, yet still giving you more than enough space to be your whole self alone. It is hard to find such friend like that, I guess. Or maybe thats because I'm not really good at making friends... Sometimes I get anxious or shy easily, and shut my self down in quiet. Sometimes I'm just trying to be myself, but the community can't understand - sort of alienating me because of what they called as my socially-unpopular personalities. Or sometimes when my mind say that I prefer to be alone - just for enjoying a village walk or read my books - for some people it shows that I was just too careless about others. Oh well, my dogs never complaining at all... But doesn't mean that I don't like people! I appreciate every person's thought about me, no matter what, and that in the other side, there's also nothing wrong if I just stay being myself. :) Okay, enough said - I love animals and people equally. Do you?