Bailey's Tables

Though he doesn't look like a working dog, Bailey actually has a lot of paperwork that he has to complete on a daily basis. Since he was born without the ability to sit comfortably on a chair and still be able to use his paws on the table, he has resorted to just sitting directly on the table.

Unfortunately, he usually falls asleep pretty quickly, especially whenever he has to annotate boring books for his Senior Adults English Class. Using pens and highlighters is quite a feat for a guy with clumsy paws - his professor did not appreciate it when he showed up with his essays painted with his paws.

So not only does Bailey use the tables as a sitting place, homework place, he also uses it as a napping area. Almost like sleeping on the floor, but much, much less demeaning. 

Well, that's what he likes to think. 

Good night! 

Bailey's Box

Acceptance. One must always come to amends with what he doesn't want. Even Bailey. Does he look like he wants to be in that box? Of course, he didn't at first. But it happened. In one of the most shaming moments of his life, Bailey had fallen into the most obvious trap there could be in the book. 

Such an intelligent animal surely could have been able to discern safety over danger. But, he is a shameless glutton. This clouded his judgment, allowed him only to see and smell and think about one thing: the apple. The little slice of a green apple that lay ever so tantalizing under a box that was tilted ever so tactfully called out to him with its syrupy sweet voice... "Eat me." So, he did.

Rushing under the corners of the box, he gobbled up the apple and realized only too late that the box had fallen around him. 

Seconds passed, and his bewilderment and anger began to subside into a comfortable acceptance. 

He had accepted the box, but wasn't happy. But he began to realize that he really needed this box. He recalled just hours before how he had been lamenting to his peers about how much he needed a suit of armor to protect him from the nasty chihuahua and German shepherd that lived on either sides of his home. 

"Yes!" he exclaimed as he review his circumstances. He finally had his armor. With just a little tweaking, he would be able to make it work.

Maybe. 

Bailey's Bandannas

Being an aging male cocker spaniel seriously limits the accessories that Bailey can wear to spice up his appearance. He can't wear bows or ribbons without raising confusion of his gender. (He despises it when he hears, "Aww, she's so cute!" directed towards him.) So, he decided that he liked bandannas the most. They add versatility in his life and just makes him so much darn cuter. 

He sometimes goes for the almost-cravat look to match the more royal purple color. He hasn't mastered the art of tying cravats just yet, so he just ties two knots to improvise.

He also likes wearing bandannas as neckerchiefs, which gives what he thinks is a cowboy look and makes him feel totally cool. It also doesn't hurt for it to double as a bib to catch and wipe off his drool since he often has difficulty controlling his salivary glands in the sight and smell of delicious food.

To protect his head from the wind and sun, Bailey tried a new method of tying yet another bandanna. However, to do so required him to tie the ends under his mouth, and as a result, made him look like an old grandma.

So, he usually goes for the neckerchief to avoid any ridicule.

He is just too vain!

Bailey's Haircut

Although he would never admit it, Bailey actually loves his haircuts. They don't happen very often - only whenever his fur gets so long that he just looks like a gigantic ball of blond fur with four curly stubs as legs. He gets his haircuts at different places: The Garage Groove, Busy Bee Backyard, Kitchen Delights, and even the Bathroom Barber Shoppe, where the barber also trims and shaves human hair. 

However, one thing is always the same, no matter where Bailey goes to get a trim. He always has to stand on a tall surface. Except for when he's at the Bathroom Barber Shoppe, he has to stand on top of a tall bistro table. Well, except for whenever he's having a fit and refuses to cooperate.

However, he always ends up cooperating with the barber and obediently stands up for the razor.

Even though he originally wanted a half-shaved body look in this particular May visit to Kitchen Delights, he decided that it just didn't suit him very much. So, he ended up settling for the classic "Shave All Fur" because he itched all the time and  him scratching got fur everywhere all the time... and without the extra fur, his skin could finally breathe!

So, after his wonderful haircut, he was finally able to enjoy the summer months without his stifling fur weighing him down...

But now that it's winter, his huge fur coat is back again. Eh.

Good night!

Bailey's Picnic

A picnic on a chilly February evening is the most ideal affair for a refined creature such as Bailey. He gazes wistfully into the distance, the sun's last rays washing over his face.

Not a single thought of the food that surrounds him enters his mind. Even the cheese Crackerfuls cannot tear his gaze from the sunset. "Ah," he says, turning around.

His beauty is overwhelming, so much that the lime green Victoria College drawstring bag that held wrappers and water suddenly disappeared from view. He peered into his driver's eyes and murmurs in his smooth, deep voice, "Miss...

...I've really for seriously got to go pee!" 

Bailey's Christmas

Bailey sighs in remorse as Christmas Day comes to a close. His newfound friends, Dolphin, Charlie, and Snoopy seem very comfortable. He had tried joining in their game of stack and sleep, but was merely scolded.

The only way to mend his broken heart was to put on a Santa hat, even though it conflicted greatly with his masculinity. So he lays there, secretly wishing he had gotten some presents too, all the while forgetting that very morning when he had gulped down his Christmas treats. 

What an ungrateful doggy. 

Merry Christmas!