My dog Bork didn’t believe in clothes on animals.
If we draped a scarf around Coal’s neck, Bork would immediately walk over and rip it off. If we encountered a dog in a sweater or a jacket while out on our walks, we had to restrain Bork lest he pull at their garments. I think he considered clothing an insult to canine dignity and did not allow it on his watch.
Bork was 50 pounds and rough-coated; when he and Coal were young, they sometimes slept outside, even on mild winter nights. (They had dog igloos stuffed with straw and old blankets.) When it got genuinely cold, they’d sleep inside, but when we lived in west Little Rock, we had no dog door, so we’d put them outside when we left the house.
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