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Hello, Darlings. Don’t you just love my new, glorious bed? Of course you do. Look at it… but more important; look at me in it. Don’t I look absolutely fabulous in pink? Ahhh… but I have to say, this bed is top notch. Mother really has outdone herself this time. Not like the time she brought home that other bed. It was all dark blue and had a completely unacceptable cushion filled with… oh, dare I say it… polyester. Polyester?! Who does she think I am, the dog? Polyester will not do, so I simply had to pee on it.

You see being the gorgeous creature that I am, I must have softness, elegance, vivacious colors, and yes, faux fur will do quite nicely, thank you. Or, should I thank that adorable pet boutique in Baltimore… oh dear… what is its name again? Oh yes, Pet Chic for having the good taste to carry beds worthy enough for my liking. Kudos, Pet Chic, kudos.

Now then mother, stop staring at me with those big, adoring eyes and come pet my luxurious fur before I change my mind and hack up a fur ball in your brand-new Manolos. Oh, mother, I’m just kidding. I would never do that… or would I?

Okay, so I’m going to go ahead and admit that I’m one of those dorky people who decorates the outside of her house according to the season. Since signing my life away to a mortgage and morphing into a full-on adult (which I still don’t feel like, by the way), I’ve taken a sick pleasure in outdoor décor. Come on, I gotta put something on the front porch.

So anyway, Halloween is over and I was forced to take down my beloved skulls and black cats and pull up the creepy spider doormat. I just leave the mums out there until they die. I’m not a fan of Thanksgiving-y harvest stuff and it’s too soon to put out winter holiday crap, so I embarked on a search for a new doormat.

I was hoping to find a dog-themed doormat that was a little edgier than the ho-hum, run-of-the-mill, generic dog breed ones with the matching garden flags, which retirees seem to favor. You know, the ones with serene scenes of regal-looking canines with their noses perfectly poised in the air? Well, that is so NOT my dog. To have one of those at my front door would be nothing but false advertising.

Needless to say, I was very pleased to find this “Dog is Nuts” doormat on Designer Door Mats.com. It’s the perfect sentiment to grace my doorstep and will give visitors ample warning of Murphy’s spazz-y tendencies.

I also love the play-on-literature tone of the “Ask not for whom the dog barks” doormat. Perhaps I will purchase one of those the next time I’m jonesing for an outdoor redecorating fix, probably around mid-January.

And nothing has ever made me want to own a large dog more than the doormat delicately scripted with “A Fragile and Very Sensitive Big Ass Dog Lives Here.”

So, if you’re in the neighborhood, stop by between now and the winter holidays to check out my cool new doormat … and giant pots of dying mums.