It's hunting season in Richmond, and you know what that means. Yep, it's the orange vest these days for me whenever I go out. Which isn't that bad, I suppose. On the one hand, whenever it's time to go out (ie when I start getting over-excited in the house), I have to wait while my owners put the vest on me. On the other side, I can run through the thickest burrs in the woods and only get them on my head and tail instead of all over my body. See the vest not only makes me visible; it also offers effective burr-pro.
Still, I'll look forward to running through the fields of Richmond free of the orange vest constriction. It's just better that way.
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