She means well, she really does. This is the 3rd or 4th 'jacket' my Mom has bought for me. This time, she waited till the Bay Colony AKC Dog Show to go and take every little measurement of me to a vendor called "Noah's Suitcase", where you pick the outer, inner, belt, lining and trim for a dog jacket.
Here's the thing. I HATE 'dog jackets'. It took a LOT of bribery for me to try to take a step or two in this *ahem* lovely coat. Yeah, so OK, it fits me. Even has a little part where my curly tail can pop up and curl. And, OK, it's warm. And it does NOT itch. But ...
(hey, I KNOW I look good in it ..) BUT... I'm an outdoorsy kind of dog - no, REALLY! In order for me to 'go' I make Mom take the jacket OOOFFFFFF. Then we walk home like that. Happy.
See? I'm happier now. Tail up and curled, ears perky.. Let's GO!