Girl often finds it ironic that she's known as Girl on this blog. She grew up a tomboy. Has never applied mascara in her life. Doesn't know what a girl's night out is. Has never been asked to be a bridesmaid or maid of honor. Walks like a boy. Was mistaken for one at a golf course after a Katie Holmes-style bob in grade nine: "Hey sonny, you're gonna tee off or what?"
So the point of this post isn't to talk about Girl. It's not called Girl Snippets, after all. She just wants to express a big sigh of relief that Mirabel is not a girly girl, either.
She's never asked for her nails to be done. Or her whiskers to be trimmed. Or her ears to be cleaned. She'll muck in the mud, eat poo, scuff grass after peeing. Heck, she barely ever shivers in winter (yes this is pointed in your direction, Ribsy).
She's a hardy, muscular girl, with speed to spare and a devil-may-care attitude that propels her to the front of the pack during every hike and every walk. At a solid 34 pounds, Mirabel is definitely not your dainty girl whippet.
She falls and bouces right up. If a dog snarls at her, she snarls back. Always determined to succeed, Mirabel carries herself with a positive gait and self-assurance that would make any mum proud. She can ride in cars, stay quiet in her crate, and handle new situations like the ultimate social butterfly with cocktail in hand.
Sure, Mirabel's not too feminine. Sure, she's a big girl. But she's also got a big personality and a big heart.
And this human Girl wouldn't have it any other way.
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