My mom was so impressed when she saw this small dog in a pink coat.
“That dog is SO cute!” she exclaimed. She insisted on taking a picture. As far as she remembers, the dog is Bella and the owner is Tasha.
Notice how Tasha has chosen a beautiful pink coat for her dog – very becoming in color and style. And Bella’s owner is so well-dressed. She’s wearing fashionable high-heeled boots, even in the dog park.
Needless to say, I’ll probably never get a pink coat trimmed in fake fur. My mom says I’d chew it up. She’s probably right. And of course I’m not as small and furry as Bella.
“You’re cute in a different way,” the mom says firmly. “And you don’t need a coat. You have adventure outings with your Aunt Sara. Be grateful!”
If my mom had human children, their therapy bills would cost more than care and feeding of a dozen large dogs.
To be fair, my mom hasn’t worn any shoes except sneakers as far back as she can remember. She wears her aging parka to the dog park … and also to the symphony, the ballet and her improv classes. “I couldn’t squeeze my feet into those beautiful boots,” she says wistfully. “It’s nice to see people in the park who can add a touch of class.”
I’m going to start looking for a coat for Gracie, since you refuse to clothe your naked dog. I am thinking leopard print with marabou feathers, maybe some rhinestones? I will see if I can get sunglasses to match.
Ooh .. rhinestones! There is a photo of me in sunglasses somewhere, back when we had the dog lounge in Belltown.