<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Dogfood on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/dogfood/</link><description>Recent content in Dogfood on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 07 Feb 2016 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/dogfood/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Shelly</title><link>/stories/2016/02/07/shelly/</link><pubDate>Sun, 07 Feb 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/02/07/shelly/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;We had played role games many times. Both of us as boys, or both of us as girls, and once, we both tried being cats. Being a girl wasn&amp;rsquo;t so bad and I looked okay, but I was really to tall. I was her dog once, which was okay, but I did not like it much. But when she became the dog she discovered that she loved it and quickly became enchanted with the idea of being a house pet, and had asked me to let her try it for a longer period of time. We bought the best dog suit that we could find, and spent several hours getting her into it. She did not look to bad, a few changes would make her look better, but not bad, and she loved it. I wrapped the collar around her neck, attached a leash, and promptly took her outside for an unexpected walkie.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>