Togo Goes Blue Blanket

I like blue. 

Blue reminds me of the sky. And the water in the pond. And Daddy’s fingers on our walks in the winter when he forgets his gloves.

For several winters, Momma covered my dog igloo with a big, blue industrial blanket and stuffed it with hay. It was, indeed, a cozy bed. The blue blanket was also a fashion statement and I had Daddy take several pictures of me over the course of those seasons. 

I considered doing a coffee table book and calling it “Togo in Blue.” This picture was going to be the cover.

Togo in Blue

But I had second thoughts because all of my pictures were cover-worthy. Like this one that was titled “Togo Blue Hay.” I’m not sure that title makes a lot of sense but there was blue, of course, and you could see a little bit of hay. And, in my defense, I was pretty sleepy when I named it.

Togo Blue Hay

Then I came across this picture. It sorta looked like the others, only different. I had almost run out of names at that point, so I call it “Untitled.”

Untitled

And just this morning, I was rummaging through my Google Photos and I found this. I call it “Togo One-Eye Blue.” You wouldn’t believe it, but a lot of times when I meet people for the first time, they say “Hey, he has one blue eye!” Like Daddy and I don’t already know that.

Togo One-Eye Blue

The coffee table book never came together. I really only had these four pictures. And I don’t have a coffee table in my igloo. And the blue blanket is now gone. There are different stories about its disappearance. I maintain that it was stolen by the local dove mafia. Daddy says it’s because SOMEBODY chewed several holes in it. Apparently, the same fate befell the blue blanket that covered my swing. Two words: dove mafia.

All I know is that I now have a camouflage blanket. It’s just not the same as blue.