Poppin' Time!

The trade off for living on the beach is limited yard. I trained my person well, but I still have to walk her 4 times a day. Once it starts raining, things get a little weird. There's whining, and growling, and dragging of paws-- but I love her, so I hand her my leash and tell her to put on her big-homo panties. Last winter, she got me an awesome jacket, and I loves it! I pop my collar and strut. Last week, when we went out in the fog, she let me wear it, but she kept trying to fold the collar down. I know what's good, so I shook it back up. This battle went on for about 4 blocks, until MP finally sighed and said, "Puppy, you look like a doggy douchebag."


I prefer to call it frat-pup chic.