{"id":2382,"date":"2011-04-04T15:54:53","date_gmt":"2011-04-04T19:54:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.baileybegood.com\/home\/?p=2382"},"modified":"2011-04-04T15:59:20","modified_gmt":"2011-04-04T19:59:20","slug":"yep-im-a-girl","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.baileybegood.com\/home\/2011\/04\/04\/yep-im-a-girl\/","title":{"rendered":"Yep, I’m a Girl!"},"content":{"rendered":"

It seems that lots of people have mistaken me for a boy — can you imagine that?
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\nWhenever we go on walks, people always say, “What’s his<\/em> name?” Mommy always replies, “Her<\/em> name is Bailey.” That must make them feel a little silly. <\/p>\n

I guess it’s just like babies, when they’re very young and mommies put these teeny, tiny bows in their teeny, tiny strands of hair… just so people can know they’re girls. <\/p>\n

Is it really <\/em>such a big deal? Well, I<\/em> don’t care much about wearing girlie things. Please mommy, don’t even think <\/em>about buying a girlie dress for me. Do they even make <\/em>them in my size? Doesn’t matter. I’m<\/em> not wearing it.<\/p>\n

It wouldn’t be such a terrible thing, if only the people on our walks <\/em>called me a boy. But there are a few bloggie friends that still <\/em>don’t know I’m a girl. <\/p>\n

I’m not your usual prissy, bow-wearing, frilly-hanging, nose-uppity girlie girl. I’m your rough and tumblely, tail-smackin’, knock-you-down-if-you-get-in-my-way, girl. <\/p>\n

But even so… mommy took me on a photo shoot, just to prove how un-girlie these girlie things make me look.<\/p>\n

I didn’t want to. I moaned a lot. And stuck my tongue out. But I did it… just to make my mommy happy. <\/p>\n

<\/font>And for the cheese.<\/font><\/p>\n

\"Yep,
\nPfffft!<\/center><\/p>\n

When mommy took out some accessories, I almost turned and ran away. I didn’t want my bloggie friends to have to suffer looking at these photos of me as a girlie girl. It just isn’t right.<\/p>\n

\"Yep,
\nHow about I start with something really simple,
\nlike a ribbon around my neck? Pffft!<\/center><\/p>\n

\"Yep,
\nHow do I look as a ballerina? Nah, it just isn’t me.<\/center><\/p>\n

\"Yep,
\nWhat about a bow? Now this is just ridiculous.<\/center><\/p>\n

\"Yep,
\nQuick, can you just take the picture already?<\/center><\/p>\n

\"Yep,
\nIs it time for my lunch break? Is my cheese here yet?<\/center><\/p>\n

\"Yep,
\nNo way, I am not <\/em>trying on the red one.<\/center><\/p>\n

\"Yep,
\nGet over it — I’m not puttin’ it on!<\/center><\/p>\n

\"Yep,
\nFine.<\/center><\/p>\n

\"Yep,
\nToday’s a dark, dark, day in doggie blog land.<\/center><\/p>\n


\nToo gloomy, huh? <\/p>\n

Maybe <\/p>\n

I <\/p>\n

should <\/p>\n

just <\/p>\n

embrace <\/p>\n

my <\/p>\n

inner <\/p>\n

<\/font>PRINCESSSSSS<\/strong><\/font>…<\/p>\n

\"Yep,
\nWhatcha think? \ud83d\ude09<\/center><\/p>\n

How about you? Were you surprised that I’m a girl? \ud83d\ude09<\/p>\n

Woofs & hugs,<\/p>\n

~Bailey<\/p>\n

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