I love to dress up my dogs. There I said it, does that make me some kind of weirdo? Don’t get me wrong, I’m not talking leather lingerie, just little tee-shirts, maybe a hoodie now and then. Or a sundress.
I wasn’t always a dog-dresser. It started when my little three pound pommie Kibble, developed Alopecia at about five years of age. Though her head and legs were still fully fluffed, she lost most of her fur on her back and chest and her little tail was completely bald! The clothes began innocently enough, a little preemie sized tee-shirt to keep her poor little bald back covered when we went outside, then it progressed to tiny jackets and hoodies…hats and scarves, soon she had an entire wardrobe and was better dressed than me!
Kibble passed away two years ago come August. I saved all her little clothes, they are folded in a drawer in my dresser. I can’t bear to reuse them. However, I have purchased several sweaters and coats for Weenie, who is always cold. And I can’t seem to resist dressing Twinkie in costumes…
Little Kibble a few months before she passed away
Though only four pounds, Twinkie fancies herself a watchdog. Which is reassuring I guess, but unnecessary. Our house would be like running a gauntlet for any burglar. First they would have to get past Ginger, who likes to sleep right beside the front door, most likely he would trip over her and break a leg. In the meantime the other three dogs would be putting out enough barkage to wake the entire neighborhood.
BUT, if a burglar did somehow get past the downstairs dogs, I suppose it’s comforting to know that Twinkie is on the job. She takes her guard duty so seriously it even extends to inanimate objects. Yesterday my husband and I moved a HUGE antique bookcase upstairs. It was truly terrifying, picture those scenes you see in movies where a New York Moving Company is lifting a grand piano up to a third floor townhouse window…It was that tense.
Our stairway goes up a few steps, hits a landing and makes a sharp right turn, there is a window on the south side, gorgeous and fragile turned oak spindles on the east and a lovely and thus-far, undinged plaster wall on the west side. We had less than an inch to maneuver the thing and I still can’t believe we got it up there without damaging anything.
But I’ve wandered from my point. The bookcase now sits in the anteroom off our bedroom, which serves as a small library, and it’s driving Twinkie nuts! Every time she walks past the looming bookcase startles her and she has to stop and give it hell. I really hope she grows accustomed to it soon. I can’t even imagine getting it back downstairs…
Twinkie is a girl of many moods. She can be a spoiled Diva, a little clown, even a Cowgirl! But don’t let the cute, fuzzy exterior fool you, given the opportunity Twinkie would joyfully eat garbage and roll on a dead squirrel carcass. Under all that fluff beats the heart of a D-O-G. We’re trying out costumes for the parade, what do you think, should she go as Twinkie the Kid?
Trick or Treat! Got any dead varmints?
I can’t imagine any of my dogs mauling anyone…unless it was over Frosty Paws! I have to feed them separately so no one gets hurt!
I just wish I could buy Frosty Paws someplace closer, we live in a rural area and I have to drive for an hour to buy anything special!
Whoa…brain freeze!
This frisky five year old loves walks on the beach, sitting by a fire, or curling up on a good book. Her favorite color is; whatever mom is wearing. Her favorite treat is; Frosty Paws. She’s a natural redhead, but there’s no temper here! Twinkie loves everybody, but she especially loves Brownie, her best bud. When they aren’t playing together they can be found napping together. Twinkie is four pounds of pure fun!
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