That’s not weird. That’s psychotic. That’s just a level of wrongness beyond the Swans nearly coming to fisticuffs over the bumble bee in Best In Show.
When my boy had a skin condition a few weeks ago, he had to wear a collar that made him look like Queen Elizabeth. However, he managed to get it off in his litterbox and cover it with crap (krap).
So instead, I made him wear the t-shirt I bought on the baby sale rack at Target (suggestion from the vet to keep him from the wound). It was ruffled around the edges with a pink and purple fairy on the front. It was on sale for $0.98. I wasn’t spending more than that.
He’s still holding it against me.
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I take care of a few greyhounds and pointers in my petsitting rounds, and the owners have apologized to me about their pets’ clothing needs: “I’m sorry, but when it’s cold, I’d like you to have Bootsy wear this sweater. Do you think that’s dumb?”
To which I reply, “Not at all. Your dog has little fur and no body fat to help keep him warm, so I think a sweater is perfectly reasonable. However, I draw the line at matching hats.”
One client has a picture of her dog wearing his red fleece dog-coat and matching red Halti (in the fashion of a certain famous racehorse) with a caption beneath it saying “Dogbiscuit”. 
I remember reading a book called The Fur Person. It was about a cat. That’s all I remember. I think I blocked it out of the memory bank.
Big Ed’s Kennel and Taxidermy
“Either way you get your pet back”
In Toronto, I rarely see any really short-haired dogs without doggy coats. Too cold. And many wise owners get booties to protect their feet from road salt. (Er, the dogs’ feet. The owners wear regular footware… usually).
There’s a BIG greyhound in the neighbourhood, and it of course must be clothed in the cold winter. Poor pooch has such short fur and no real body fat to keep warm. So they got him a bright, shiny, purple tracksuit. No, wait. That doesn’t describe it accurately enough. It should be Screaming Purple Tracksuit.
(Cue Village People, track one.)
It’s hysterical. It looks like some disco outfit and a leisure suit from the 70s all rolled up into one. You can’t see the dog marching proudly without thinking “Yyyyy-M-C-A! Doggy’s going to the Y-M-C-Aay!”
The owners figured, since it would look silly no matter what, they may as well go all-out with an outfit you can spot a mile away. It covers him neck to toe. So you seen these looong, spindly, purple legs… Does not fail to cheer up even the surliest of passers-by. The greyhound has become a mini-neighbourhood celebrity.
Though from a distance it’s disconcerting because it looks like a person on all fours. (It’s a big dog.)
Young Male’s Canine Association?
There’s also an obedience school in town here called “Sit Happens”.
I’ve never thought to call my cats “Fur kids”. I call myself their mommy because “co-habitational human and facilities operator” is too long, and calling myself the “owner” of a cat just seems ridiculous.
The 1st thing that came to mind upon reading the thread title was Princess the adorable pooch (from the makers of South Park - whose flash cartoons I won’t / can’t link to).
I’d hold it against you too, were I your dog. Was nothing DIGNIFIED on sale?
mom, is that you?
On the way home today, I stopped at the local pet supplies shop. On the bulletin board behind the cash register was a sign for a new pet-sitting service in the neighborhood, named “Play, Pee & Poop.” I immediately thought of this thread.
The pet-sitters I usually have look after my girls* unfortunately don’t have an extremely cutesy-pie name: TLC Cat Care. But I’ve used them 3 or 4 times now, and they’ve been very good and leave day-by-day notes about how the cats got along while I was away.
*whom I also sometimes call my fur-ball babies, feline personnel #1 and 2, or the cats.