Yesterday, I was jacking around doing something on FB, and somehow the conversation turned to dressing up your pets. I sent out a FB note asking for photos of your dog in its costume. I have to admit, I was surprised I got ANY emails back– but of course, some of you came through.
I’ve offered up a photo of my sweet Forbin way back in 2006. We lived in Boston at the time, and I had just taken off my hat and scarf and decided the dog needed them, desperately. It turns out he hated them with the passion of a thousand fiery suns, but he was cute as hell while sporting them.
My friend Lela sent in a photo of her doggie, Henry. Lela mentioned to me that Henry was a TERRIBLE
retriever, which is funny as fuck because Forbin never really retrieved anything either. He’d pick it up and throw it down right where he stood. Tela would retrieve, but would never give you back whatever it was you tossed. Awesome.
The other day, we went to a birthday party for a friend of ours, and were met at the door by what I instantly deemed a ‘little yappy dog’ named Dart. Imagine my surprise when 30 minutes into our visit, this dog still hadn’t yapped, and instead was just a little badass. He was some sort of chihuahua and something else all mixed up- but he wasn’t afraid of anything, he played hardcore, he was sweet, gentle and very sure of himself.
That little shit definitely runs that house. I generally do NOT like little dogs. They tend to pee everywhere, they get underfoot, they bark at fucking everything, they act like you are going to beat the shit out of them all the time, and they are just annoying. I loved Dart and tried to smuggle him out in my purse, but alas, I was caught.
And lastly, we have one of my favorite pets which I’ve never met. Alyssa and Marshall are some friends I met through the gaming community that I run. I noticed right away that they were big dog lovers, and seemed to have the same sort of love for their pets as Jay and I do for our own. I remember seeing a photo of a dog one time and was surprised to learn the dog was actually theirs. I think I assumed the photo was stolen off icanhazcheeseburgers.com– yet this dog of fabulousness belongs to these two awesome peeps. While this particular photo isn’t of him WEARING anything, per se– it’s so awesome I had to share it:
That shit cracks me up every single time I see it. That dog has a crazy. However, in keeping with the post line here, I thought I’d give you the ‘dress up’ photo of Marleaux.
I have to say, I’m really not sure why these animals don’t eat our friggin’ faces off. You know they must get super annoyed when they see their ‘clothes’ come out of the drawer or wherever you keep them. I can just imagine what those dogs are thinking:
Please don’t put that ugly shit on me. Please. I swear to the kibble gods that I won’t rip up the rose bushes anymore. I’m begging you. I’ll never crap in that secret spot anymore either, and I also vow to never again leave my giant bones with the sharp ends point up so that you may trip AND stab yourself in the middle of the night.
Nothing new on the puppy end of things. So far so good and I’m keeping my fingers crossed! Ya’ll have a great Tuesday afternoon, and feel free to send me photos of your dogs being awesome!