October 02, 2003

Preppy Pup

9:30 p.m.
It was 3C out this morning and very reluctantly, I broke down and dug out my gloves and scarf. While I was digging, I found the dog sweater I purchased for Dusty at a sale this summer. I decided to try it on. She looks really cute in it, despite the distinct 'kicked puppy' expression on her face.

Years from now, Dusty will be laying on the doggie psychiatrist's couch, discussing her various crippling emotional issues and it will all come back to one thing: "It was the sweater, Doctor, that damned red Roots sweater she made me wear in the winter." My dog will be permanently scarred.

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