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