People who dress their dogs in clothes are stupid.
That’s what I’ve always said.
I don’t know which is worse– big dogs wearing those neckerchiefs that make them look like the canine version of tennis-playing guys that tie sweaters around their shoulders, or small dogs tricked out like hairy little Barbies with cutesy sweaters and tiny little dresses. Bleh.
It just seems WRONG, on so many levels. I mean, there are people running around naked in… OK, I don’t actually know what part of the world people are running around naked in (though I’d love to go, because I could totally blog the heck out of that), but probably somewhere they are, and anyway, my point is that they don’t have clothes and yet a bunch of dogs in America do.
You can see where I’m going with this, right?
You’re about to see what happens when you allow yourself to walk down the pet aisle in Target with your children and you’re kinda tired so your resistance is down and they start holding up these little outfits and at first you laugh and then you start thinking, “You know, Pip does get cold outside sometimes…” and also “Well, they ARE on sale…” and then in a weak moment you say yes and if you say yes once, well, basically you’re screwed because you just became one of those stupid people.
***EDITED TO ADD*** I feel compelled to add a slight caveat here: though yes, it is true that I bankrolled the following ensembles, I did not pick them out. Which of course doesn’t make me any less culpable, I realize that. But it does make me feel ever-so-slightly better to place blame on my innocent children. Thank you.
Behold my (and their) humiliation:
**What you can’t see is that this is actually a letter sweater. Yeah. Like Pip made the varsity.
**Frighteningly enough, Thea actually seems to LIKE wearing clothes. Look at her facial expression. She thinks she looks pretty hot.
**Phoebe, on the other hand? HATED it so much that she froze stockstill in this position and refused to move until we took off that dumbass sweater. We never did it again.
**I’ll admit it, this is my favorite. Pip is sleeping here next to baby Thea wearing his rhinestoned skull shirt. Hey, give him some respect, not everybody could successfully pull that look off.
**These were actually Build-A-Bear Workshop doll pajamas.
**Pip rocking the polo shirt– obviously, he wasn’t feeling this one. (Best part? The little label on the back says “I hate cats.”)
**Phoebe’s sweater totally works on Thea.
OK, DON’T JUDGE ME!
(Unless I start carrying them around in my purse, or wheeling them around in one of those doggy strollers. If that happens? Seriously, just go ahead and shoot me.)
