Wrong. So Wrong.

I can't even begin to explain how wrong this is. On so many levels. Really.

I could make an entire career out of hating the fact that people torture their animals with ridiculous sweaters and other articles of clothing in which their dearly loved pets wouldn’t like to be caught dead.

So it’s been a little chilly here in SW Florida, as I’m sure it has in your neck of the woods. Flanders may be a pit mix, but she’s a delicate flower—tends to get the chills easily.

But when I say “delicate flower,” I do not mean “prissy puke star.” She doesn’t go for pink. She doesn’t go for apparel. And she sure doesn’t go for dress up, painted nails or cute hair cuts. (Poindexter’s dog is exempt from this conversation, as her dog couldn’t look more adorable in her new hair.)

And disclaimer: If you put clothes on your dog, I don’t hate you. It’s just…we live in Florida. And big dogs are kind of my thing. I just…we’re different, okay.

So here’s the big freaking surprise for me that completely adds insult to injury: Flanders doesn’t appear at all uncomfortable in her new get-up. In fact, she is quite naturally enjoying her new obnoxious Snuggie skin. Like it’s not even cramping her style.

Ah, Flanders. Question. What is this going to do to your street creds?

Truthfully, when it comes down to it, wtf, Husband? How long have I ASKED for a Snuggie? I didn’t find one under the tree this year. You brought one home for Flanders, and you are both making a fool out of me. A recent Gropious Facebook posting read, “No! I will not put a sweater on my dog!!!!”

Eat doodoo—both of you!!!


BTW, on a more serious note, thank you for your amazing dream interpretations. I am incredibly impressed with your power to discern images from a fellow blogger’s psyche. Most of you were very similar in your illuminating remarks, and I think you’re right on. (And whoever made that Gary Coleman comment, where are you? Who are you? Husband and I are laughing our behinds off. Good one indeed.)