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Baby, it's hot out there.

I've broken both of my rules now.

When I got a dog, I told Art Boy that if I ever called myself the dog's mother or put clothes on him, he could slap me across the face. I think that I may have said that he SHOULD slap me across the face if it came to that.

Well, I now merit two solid slaps.

I have filled out so much paperwork at Petsmart stating that I am the dog's parent and just got so used to the Petsmart employees calling me Odie's mom, that I started to doing to it too! (First it was for convenience's sake, but then it just seemed catchy.) Slap #1.

This week, Odie, Spinner (my bike now has a name!) and I went to my new favorite lunch spot for a delicious (DELICIOUS!) sandwich. On the way back, Odie searched in vain for the shade and started prancing about and whining when on the asphalt. It has finally gotten hot enough in Phoenix to burn my dog's feet.

And so, today, I looked for shoes for Odie. Slap #2.

However, Petsmart didn't have shoes in Odie's size, so the salesclerk suggested baby booties. Which is why, on very hot days, Odie will now be sporting his very own Adidas booties.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Pre-emptive Slap #3 - for the birthday party you're going to have for Odie in which you bake a special "bone" and invite all his doggie friends.
Talia said…
I.LOVE.IT!!!! (and YOU made fun of ME for dressing up my little Sofia!!!)