Sweating it out

I am now the proud owner of my very own black human sweatshirt.

After wearing mama’s for a few days, she broke down and bought me one of my own.  She cut off the sleeves a bit to accommodate my paws, and in the next day or so she told me that she will taper the belly a bit so that it fits me even better.

I like it because it’s comfy, it’s warm, and it’s the same color as my saddle.  So everyone who sees me first sees my handsome Dale-ness, and then notices that I’m wearing a sweatshirt.

The fact that it’s a bit loose allows me to roam free, and to sniff all that I need to sniff.

And my harness keeps it from sliding back too far where I might pee on it.  Hasn’t happened yet!

See?  Running isn’t a problem in my snazzy new sweatshirt.

Now you see it… now you *barely* see it.  Works for me.

Love,

Bogart