My momma came home from her trip to the big city of Fargo last night…
…and this is what she brought back with her:
A dog trapper hat.
For which I deduced was made for a dog to wear while trapping, not for something else to wear while trapping dogs.
Because, yup, you read that right. They have made it explicitly clear: “For Dogs Only.”
The dog trapper hat is not for a cat.
Or a baby.
And, unfortunately it is not for me, even though I’ve been looking for a winter hat that has cutouts for my ears.
Anyway, I’ll tell you something about my momma–buying outfits for dogs is not her typical behavior.
Buying turtlenecks, knit scarves and Christmas sweaters for my husband is more her thing.
But, perhaps she was feeling a bit defeated in her attempts to convert the man I married into the beatnik she always knew would be right for me, so she thought she could work her styling magic on her new BFF–the pug.
Ok momma, let’s see how this works out.
So, without further adieu, I present to you the makeover:
Chug the pug after:
Now let’s go outside and test his new accessory against the elements. Is it fashionable as well as functional?
Let’s find out…
“I. Hate. You.”
What was that?
Are you warm?
I can’t hear you…
…someone is laughing hysterically at the top of her lungs.
It’s times like these I wonder what my life has become.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go get to work on my social life. I think it may need more help than the pug.