So today was pretty much your standard day at the T-Bell. Some sprints, some rumps, a messy romp through a puddle – great times, all.
The weird thing, though, is that like half my dawgs were wearing sweaters and vests and puffy little sleeveless numbers. Did someone leave me off the Fall Ball invitation list? Why is everyone dressing so fancy? What happened to having pride in one’s furry nudity?
I feel like it’s not yet the season for such outfits. I mean, sure, once we get down to 35 below, and Lake Ontario’s ice cube winds are slamming us upside the snout, yeah, bring on the poly-filled parkas. But not on October 3rd. Not when it’s plus-15.
(Oh, and one little PS to the cockapoo in the pink jacket with the FUR trim – you do know that some sketchball factory overseas is skinning Lionels for that grisly neck accent, right? You, you know that, right? You do know that…right? Right.)
This is such a cute story…. and at the same time so true…..