The Embarrassment Never Ends

It snowed overnight Saturday, and then it became a little warm so everything turned to slush. Now if there is something I dislike a little bit more than rain or snow, it's slush. When Mommy tried to bring me out yesterday morning, I took one step into the hellish concoction and decided being paw-deep in this cold-wet slurpee mix is not my thing, so I refused to move. Well, Mommy had her revenge by slapping on some red bootie-things and a mauve jacket on me. Now I know I have stated that my parents are not fashion icons, but I find this particular combination a bit . . . nauseating. You would think that multiple hours of watching Project Runway would rub off on Mommy. Obviously, this is not the case.

Here I am with all four paws out, trying to make myself REALLY heavy so Mommy can't pick me up to force me outside where everyone can witness my shame.

Unfortunately, Mommy is much bigger than me so we ended up outside. Surprisingly, the booties did help me paws -- I actually liked having them on (but don't tell my parents that). But that mauve jacket has got to go . . .