I left “the kids” unattended while I went down to make a cup of tea. When I returned, they had gotten into my lingerie drawer. Sirius, my eight-month-old Jack Russel Terrier, was wrapped in a nightie, energetically chewing on the straps (possibly to make it more revealing.)
Sorry the photo is blurry. I was laughing so hard it was difficult to hold the camera still. Nor do I think my “bad puppy!” made much of an impression for the same reason. This one is a little better.
You know, when I got him fixed, the vet told me I might see changes in his behaviro, but she said nothing about cross-dressing. He already owns a sweater and a little coat (he shivers hard in the cold). Maybe I should get him something frilly and pink to make him happier.
My husband would probably divorce me and sue for custody of “the kids” if I did that. He thinks the little guy is embarassed about having to wear a coat (in a nice, masculine burgandy, no less.)
As an aside, I must tell you about my grandfather. He had a pet groundhog that he named Georgette. My grandmother made Georgette several cute little dresses, which the groundhog apparently didn’t think as cute as they did. Georgette always managed to wriggle out of them.
When Georgette reached maturity, my grandfather called me and said they’d discovered she was a “he”. They changed his name to George.
Grandpa’s comment? “I guess that’s why he hated the dresses so much.”
If you do dress him in pink and frilly, you’re honor bound to post pics!