Sometimes, because I have a daughter who's reached the age where letting your mother participate in any type of wardrobe decision is not politically correct, I decide to dress up the pups. Of course, because I'm married to a tough guy who refuses to let his dogs look like "sissies," the pup finery is limited to a bandana here or there...
Clearly Rambo is as much a fan of being a model as Taylor...
Prissy was so excited about her hot pink frock (complete with rhinestones, I'll have you know, though they're not visible) that she simply couldn't hold her eyes open any longer.
Rambo was then so overcome with embarrassment that he couldn't look at the camera. Ironically, while taking a photo of a different subject, I managed to get a decent shot of the girl. Go figure...
After a couple of hours (what we'll deem the "adjustment period") Rambo was feeling more comfortable with his new look and decided that a photo to commemorate the occasion wouldn't be so bad after all...
Unfortunately, the same cannot be said for sweet Perkie who continues to avoid my camera like the plague. Clearly she and Dave have more in common than previously thought.
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