I am trying not to read too much into the fact that so many of my recent posts are about my dog. I am able to rationalize that it’s because she can’t comment back and NOT because my dog = my life [not that there’s anything wrong with that, Phoebe, Jasper, Cyrus, Cricket, Capo’s moms].
I actually HAVE to blog about my dog now because I have officially fallen into that category of people who-buy-clothes-for-their-dogs. (there is an alarmingly high correlation between clothes-buying dog owners and blog authors…but I digress). You see, in a somewhat vain attempt to keep the dog hair around the house to a thin layer, Molly gets shaved within an inch of her life about every 3 weeks. Every time she grows enough hair so as to effect a decent sunblock, we march her down to the hair salon to get a buzz-cut…we pay extra for the “ultrasuede” length.
I worry that she may get cold when the wind chill here in SD drops into the 50’s. So I THOUGHT I would get Molly a little festive Christmas sweater that she could wear while chasing the mailman on her walks around the neighborhood. But in my nothing’s-too-good-for-MY-dog efforts, I could ONLY find the following.
I actually HAVE to blog about my dog now because I have officially fallen into that category of people who-buy-clothes-for-their-dogs. (there is an alarmingly high correlation between clothes-buying dog owners and blog authors…but I digress). You see, in a somewhat vain attempt to keep the dog hair around the house to a thin layer, Molly gets shaved within an inch of her life about every 3 weeks. Every time she grows enough hair so as to effect a decent sunblock, we march her down to the hair salon to get a buzz-cut…we pay extra for the “ultrasuede” length.
I worry that she may get cold when the wind chill here in SD drops into the 50’s. So I THOUGHT I would get Molly a little festive Christmas sweater that she could wear while chasing the mailman on her walks around the neighborhood. But in my nothing’s-too-good-for-MY-dog efforts, I could ONLY find the following.
Ooohhhh, check out that picture – I think she’s pretty intimidating in the K-9 Special Forces garb, don’t you? The damn thing is fur-lined! She looks like one of the Village People. I made her sleep in it the first night, but then I was all disoriented when I woke up and thought the FBI were raiding the house again. If the poor thing ever has to pick up trash on the side of the highway – she’s got the wardrobe for it.
Mother of the year.
2 comments:
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How about posting a full frontal photo of the perfectly pampered pooch for those of us that only know her as wild and wooly!!!
That is sick!! Oh, you weren't talking about Maeve, were you?
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