Warning: post contains photos that are either excessively sentimental or graphic in nature (i.e. nekkid dogs).
This is what I did to my dog today.
It's mean of me, but I must confess I kinda enjoy it.
Granted, I can't leave her wearing this while I go off to work. She got out of the sweater in five minutes. If left on her own she'd get out of this coat faster than a stripper who's late for her next bachelor party. But just for right now, she's warm.
If I were feeling really mean, well... the little red button lights up.
This is an updated picture of what the dog looks like without her sweater.
So she'd better get used to wearing outfits.
At the moment, I can't give her any prednisone or other steroids. She's what the vet called "immune compromised." He put her on a couple different antibiotics, which should help. Maybe.
It occurs to me that she really is turning into some kind of chihuahua. When she's outside she's usually shivering. She has to wear outfits. I have to lift her into the car or up the steps. Might as well start carrying her around like an accessory. (Hey, she's only 70 pounds. It's good exercise.)
Exercise du jour: Went for an hour long walk at lunch, today and yesterday. (And the day before, for that matter.) So that's three days walking in a row, and no complaints. I think the legs are back in business. Now all I have to do is get the neck better and I'll be able to get back on track. Probably. And least until I catch the consonant flu or until the dog Strikes Back.