It finally happened. Mimi wore a dog sweater on a walk. Not only that, but it was a dog sweater that one might describe as a fashion sweater. Stylish. Breathable. Slimming even. Please not that I did NOT buy this article of clothing. Ami hand-stitched it the other day. That’s old world craftsmanship people, it doesn’t get any better than this (cue the Old Milwaukee commercial). Seriously, it’s pretty awesome. Ami could sell that shit on the internets. Much like the booties, Mimi in a sweater elicits much laughter in our house. On the street, it elicits even more “oh my god, she’s so cute!” looks from 40 something women.
For her part, Mimi seems to like it. She’s the type of dog that doesn’t freak out when you put things on her like sweaters, booties, t-shirts, hats, sunglasses, bows and the like. Hey, she’s confident with who she is and is not defined by her material possessions. Having said this, it is clear that Mimi has been undergoing some not so subtle personality changes in the last two weeks. Namely, it’s getting harder for Ian and Ami to take her to the red zone. Indeed she’s no longer a girl but not yet a woman. It’s like Britney wrote (?) that song for Mama Mimi.
This turn of events is most welcome considering that having a fucking puppy is a complete pain in the ass. And no, their cuteness doesn’t make up for crap. Could it be that I’m just a lazy, selfish, prick? Yes, but still.
So, bottom line, fashion sweater is amazing and Mature Mimi is pretty amazing too. Me? I’m still the same. There has been no type of growth or maturity on my part. I’m hungry, I need to go eat.
this is possibly the cutest thing of my life. winter needs to go away so i can be a better neighbour.