Must also take overly-dramatic shots of Sasha.
This was my trying to shove the fat pug into the sweater in the first place. Can you just hear the snorting and the grunting (not the pug's, but mine).
These sweaters, again, are from my fave boutique in Greenwich Village. Note the cabled finish to the back of Sasha's sweater. And the perfect fit of Cleo's.