I bought my dog a shirt.
Not a cutesy, frou-frou shirt. but a Socially conscious t-shirt that proudly shows his pit bull self.
I even got the right size.
I forgot one simple thing. I can’t even get Quizz to wear a hat for Halloween. His Halloween collar is an implement of torment and shame.
I am an evil mama. Never mind, his coat is getting thin and odds are I’m going to have to figure out how to apply sunscreen to a dog. But this winter, he’s going to require a coat. His belly fur is basically non-existent.
I went through too many treats to count. At the end of the event, I had one paw and the head through the appropriate holes. The last paw was not going to go anywhere. If you were to walk anywhere near us, you would have though I was beating my dog black and blue. Yes, he knows how to play to the audience.
Here is where I would have posted an adorable picture of Quizz in his shirt!
I am NOT AMUSED!