Baylie here. When mom rescued me on that fateful day last January, and I settled into my new home, mom and I sat down to have a little tete-a-tete …you know, girl to girl to lock down some house rules. I put my paw down on a multitude of issues, but most notably of which is that, “I will not wear frou-frou doggie clothes; end of conversation. Seems I should have expanded the no frou-frou clothes clause in my contractual agreement to read “no clothes of any description or on any occasion; no how, no way.”
Now, I don’t think the no clothes clause should be a mandatory rule for all doggies; as some of us K-9’s love to play dress-up and look super cute in a frilly frock. However, I’m just not the girly girl type. I fit the mold of the rough and tumble tomgirlpup of a gal. My idea of fun is playing ball or frisbee in the back yard. Frilly dresses and digging in the dirt; my favorite pastime, just don’t mesh.