yuppie puppy

i've turned into one of those people. you know who i'm talking about--people who dress their pets. i didn't mean for it to happen, it just sorta did. my sis-in-law, holli, gave daisy a shirt a few months ago. i packed it away somewhere and forgot about it, until today. daisy has nasty allergies and scratches her belly until it bleeds. DDDD-isgusting! so i slipped her yuppie shirt on before leaving the house, hoping for a protective layer to keep her from scratching her guts out. don't worry, i flipped up her collar--my dog is a total frat brat!

ben went to have a nap at my house and called in complete and utter disgust. he thought i had gone completely mad, telling me i barely have time to dress myself in the morning, let alone a dog. (welcome to the world of over-sleepers.) i explained why daisy was in clothes. he agreed that it made sense, then told me there was no way in hell he was letting her out in a pink shirt. that's fine, i understand the embarrassment. i explained he actually could take her shirt off, at that moment we realized how creepy that sounded. needless to say, i'll be finding another remedy for her itchy belly.