I don’t wear clothes!

Hey, folks! Guess what! When mom and me went to the vet and she talked about my Owie Day, she told mom to get me a t-shirt to wear after surgery – because she doesn’t give the Cone of Shame to little bits like me because we might trip over it. But can you believe it? A t-shirt! It’s not the Cone of Shame but the Shirt of Shame!! I hate clothes! A coat in winter is bad enough, but necessary, but a shirt? Blechh! In two weeks we’ll see who’ll be wearing a t-shirt! It won’t be me!!  Barkingly yours, LadyBird

Mom went to the store and all she got me was a t-shirt!

It’s a dog shirt, believe it or not. But its not big enough. How can anything not be big enough for me?

Please mom, get it off me… it’s too tight!

I – I – I   c – can’t breathe!!

Its cute and all – it says on the back “Who rescued whom?”  But, please take it off!!

Thanks, mom . . .

And don’t do it AGAIN!!!