Doggie style

He's so slick. He's styling. He's too cool for words. Duke is a slave to fashion. I have no idea where he gets it. Hmm.

I resisted being one of those people who clothes my dog, but the poor guy needs some insulation. Rather than shelling out big bucks in a pet boutique for some doggie schmata that looks like every other doggie schmata (where's the fun in that? I don't want to wear the same coat as every other chick on the block!)

I decided to make one that suited Duke. It's waterproof camouflage lined with denim. It's even got a cargo pocket so he can carry his own poop bag and my keys. He already gets loads of attention. It's almost impossible to take him for a walk in under half an hour because inevitably there will be people who stop us and want to talk about him. What kind of dog is that? Will he get bigger? That kind of thing. Add a cammo jacket to the mix and it's pretty much a Duke love-fest all the time.

Yeah, that's a fire hydrant he's sniffing. Cliche! Although a slave to fashion, he hasn't yet heard that hydrants are very last season.

Unrelated: This is our fireplace. The details you can't see in the picture are the gorgeous marble tiles from the mid 1800s and the handcarved scrollwork on the columns and mantel itself. And yes, those are boot stockings. I made those, too. *grin*