It’s bad enough that I took Rouletta on a dinner date to an outdoor cafe, right? Would you say it’s also ridiculous that she later sat at an outdoor bar with me and the date? Regardless, it was that evening that I noticed she shivers when it gets chilly.
So, I did it. I bought clothing for my dog.
Wait, it gets worse. I realized halfway through our walk this morning I had truly crossed over–we were both wearing red sweatshirts.
It gets even worse than that.
Someone walking his dog commented to us about being twins. Imagine my horror.
Next time the temperature dips below 60 degrees, I’ll dress her in her pink sweat suit–I don’t own any pink outerwear.