Petite Pooches

Petite Pooches

There's an article in today's newspaper about "petite pooches" being on the cutting edge of fashion. Although Perro would object to being called "petite" (he prefers "slim") he's excited about being a trendsetter. Last week he got a stylish, new t-shirt that says "Barkeologist" on the back of it. He wore it to Petco on Saturday and he strutted into the store, wagging his stump of a tail.

He usually loves a trip to Petco, but this trip was a different story. It was time for a nail trim. He was so scared of the nail clippers that while the groomer tried to clip the nails on his front paws, he kicked me in the stomach and gouged me with his back toenails. Then he squirmed around as I tried to hold onto him, smearing the blood from my wound all over my t-shirt. It's a good thing I was wearing a black 93X shirt. (Well, usually I spend every Saturday wearing a black T-shirt and jeans, but that's another fashion story.) Of course, Perro managed to avoid getting any blood on his t-shirt and so he still looked dapper as he begged for a cookie at the dog buffet. Well, he's only fashionable to a point. He loves shopping for new clothes, but he hates manicures. What a petite pooch!