I rarely dress my dog so he looks cute. I dress him to keep him warm. The cuteness comes with the package. We both like this little Woolrich coat. Woolrich makes the best dog clothes, at least the best ones I can find. All hail Chez Target. And having a dog who's small enough to dress, and who kind of enjoys it.
I have written before about Chet Baker's uppity nature where other dogs are concerned. For some reason, this basic trait of his is amplified when he's got his gang colors on.
Cooper Davis is his best friend. But look out when Chet's wearing a coat. Maybe he's making a pre-emptive strike in case Cooper decides to say something out of the side of that long black snout about Chet's adorable little letter sweater. Cooper can be sarcastic, under the polite veneer.
All afternoon, Chet seems to have something to prove. We approach one of his favorite climbing logs, and Baker's on it in a flash. Try this, Cooper Davis.
Coat or no coat, I climb very well. I would bet that a dog like you could not climb this log.
No one is stopping you from trying, but do not get your hopes up. This is difficult.
I might not move aside should you try. (note how Chet's normally recumbent turd-tail holds the coat up. He's feeling uppity.)
You probably could not go as fast as I can. Many dogs have fallen from this log.
Because most are not as sure-footed as the Boston Terrier.
You are doing all right for a cattle dog, but you will never attain the grace and speed of me, Chet Baker.
It is misty in Goss' Fork
and the bluebirds are already going to bed in what's left of the shagbark hickory on the hill
One looks out of his roost hole
at the distant foggy hills
and when we get home Chet Baker writes his name on the studio birch. Now everyone knows he's the Top Dog
letter sweater and all.
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