So I'm patting myself on the back about how well I've prepared for the shivering, bald pug situation, by having on hand numerous shirts and sweaters. Extra cold? No problem! Cleo gets a shirt AND a sweater! She is bundled-up, extra-loved pug!
So I come home to find this on the floor:
there really is no suspense, is there
And in the other corner of the room, I see this:
NAKED PUG! If you look closely you can see her little surgery sites, poor thing.
i am a little embarrassed that u caught me
I think what happens is that she stretches the clothes out, and then she manages to slip right out of them.
u could get me a fur coat, instead OH WAIT i had one and u shaved it off