As always, I don’t like to brag but I do look pretty good in a red bandanna. The color suits my sorrel fur and sets off the darkness of my eyes. I probably don’t need to point that out to you because I’m sure you are thinking it yourself. And yet, this sets a dangerous precedent and there is no telling where it will lead.
Maybe the 4th of July set a dangerous antecedent and I didn’t even know it. It all seemed so innocent, just my Super medallion (of which I am very proud), a dumb little hat and a bandanna over the back, plus whatever Capycoppy had to wear. A whole month passed between that and the bandanna. I thought she had forgotten. Today, I found out she had not.
It all started with her taking photos of my food. I love a bunch of Swiss chard to munch on in the pool and usually Melly loves to feed it to me, often while snapping photos of my dainty eating habits. Today, she decided that the chard was pretty enough to photograph on its own! What is up with that? It is food, not art. Okay, art is in the eye of the beholder but if chard is any art it is culinary art and not photographic art. That’s all I’m saying.
She seemed to be coming to her senses when she positioned the chard so that I filled most of the frame. I like the way the chard looks gigantic and it is right underneath my mouth, a tremendous improvement over the original.
It does not take a rocket scientist (by the way, even though Melly’s dad was a real life rocket scientist, she certainly is not!) to know that chard should not be placed on the head. It is not a hat. It is not jewelry. It is not art. It is annoying.
This is even more annoying. Not only can I not eat the chard, I can’t even see. Why would she do this to me?
Normally, I like to humor Melly. She’s mostly harmless and she does do some nice things for me. But this was crossing the line. I had the upper paw here though, the water is my natural element.
Things do not stay on capybara heads when we are underwater. That chard came right off, I didn’t even have to roll although I did anyway. When that chard floated right in front of me I snapped it up and ate it. So much for art.
As is clearly demonstrated by the above photo, a capybara does not need any props in order to be art. We are 100% natural, beautiful art.
But I could probably be talked into wearing that bandanna again.