Going to the Dogs

“Clothes don’t make the man.” In the generation according to PC, I suppose I should include women somehow in a revisionist modern statement. But if I were a woman, I would hate to have someone throw a statement like “Clothes don’t make the woman,” at me. It just sounds disrespectful to a group of folks who spend a couple of hours a day prepping to meet the world. I just change out of the T-shirt and jeans I slept into my other T-shirt and pair of jeans. For me, that is formal. I could have worn shorts. As you can see, there are dogs that dress more formal than me.

My “coronation” picture is by Charles 🇵🇭 on Unsplash

For this week’s Twittering Tale, I am looking at fashion at an all-important event like an inaugural or a coronation. It was the biggest inaugural ever. Believe me. Hundreds of thousands attended. Biggest in the history of the country. Or close to it. Alright, just thousands. But there were many thousands. No one ever had thousands like my thousands. OK, maybe just bunches of hundreds. But they were all good people. They all loved me. Smart people. Almost as smart as me.

The above passage might have been spoken by King Henry VIII. There might be similarities to present day speech. King Henry had six wives. Henry created his own church, defied the Pope, and was a master of fake news. (Anne did not sleep with her brother, that later appeared on GOT). I wanted to include a before (Kat’s prompt) and after picture of how a new Master of the Universe might dress before being sworn in crowned. On the bright side, in all instances, we are looking at what who comes after.

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Twittering Tale #128 – 19 March 2019 – Pug in a Blanket

They Call Me Yoda

I was joking when I said, I wanted to come back as one of their dogs. Didn’t think I’d be dying so soon.

Now, here I am, a pug! I couldn’t be a Shepherd or a Rottweiler?

Anyhow, they call me Yoda. And they do treat me good. You might not believe it, but this is my happy face.

~kat

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My story:

All I needed was an heir to the Throne. Eleanor birthed Mary, a girl. To her castle! Anne gave me a girl. To the block! I’ve heard the country is going to the dogs and I’ve been accused of going to extremes. But this one looks the best of the litter. We’ll work on the coronation.

Ron

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