There has been a bit of a dispute at Shiva’s House of Deluded Dreamers and I am recruiting your aid in solving it. You see, the whole t-shirt thing just isn’t working. My shirts, as wicked and fashionable as they are, don’t quite fit. The rockin’ side knot is not as secure as I’d like it to be and on more than one occasion Shiva has been able to find her way out in the middle of the night. Don’t ask me how. I think it has something to do with her ability to stretch the neck below her shoulders. All I know is, when I call her to head downstairs for our morning walk, she falls on her face tripping over the too-long hem. As amusing as this is – and watching Shiva flop around is kind of funny* – it isn’t helping her scar heal over.
In my opinion, the only logical solution to Shiva’s bleeding chest is pyjamas. It is obvious, right? A onesie is the only way to prevent Shiva from scratching too much. The only way. That is fact. No room for argument. Plain as the derision on TC’s face.
I am thinking something along the lines of Felix’s adorable jammies, a la Kol’s Notes.
And before you say anything, my desire for Shiva to wear jammies has nothing to do with the adorable pictures I would take. I am offended you would even think such a thing.
My PH, on the other hand, thinks the glaringly straightforward and indisputable solution is ridiculous. He thinks Shiva is doing just fine in my t-shirts, floor flopping and all. He thinks my idea of jammies is extreme and maybe a wee bit insane. I ask you, does this look like a happy Shiva to you?
Of course not. It is a picture of misery and discomfort. Poor little muffin. My PH is so cold.
This is why I am turning to you, my dog-loving friends. You see that Shiva needs a set of pyjamas, right? Right? You don’t think I am nuts! It is for her own well-being and safety! Her scar will never heal unless we take action now. It really is something that needs to happen, thinking otherwise is relegating Shiva to a life of enslavement to old U2 and Our Lady Peace advertisements. Death by Phantom of the Opera entanglement is no way to go.
Or, perhaps my PH is right? Maybe I have crossed the line into dog crazydom? If so, I may need you to pull me back from the brink. Help!
*I know, I know, worst dog owner ever. You have no idea. Maybe I should make this a regular feature of the blog and just ‘fess all once a week so you all can feel so much better about your own caregiving abilities.