|Exhibit A: My markings.|
Even when I was in the shelter waiting for Matt and Alicia to pick me up, and had a "cone of shame" around my neck, people still thought I was cute as a button. Two teenage girls got visibly upset when they heard I wasn't up for grabs and, in fact, would be heading to my forever home - which was not with them -momentarily.
|Exhibit B: Wooing with the "cone of shame"|
That's right! Anyone who knows me (and by knows me I mean has rubbed my belly - which I offer up fairly quickly for rubs and pets upon meeting someone) notices this mark right off the bat and asks about it. They usually laugh and say something like "Why is there blue marker on Molly's belly?" A blue mark on a white dog? It's kind of hard to miss.
|Exhibit C: Can you see it?|
But medical marker is supposed to come off with alcohol wipes. Or soap and water. Both of these strategies have been tried, but to no avail. Even time hasn't made this mark budge. It's just as bold and bright and blue as the day I came home. Weird, huh?