Clothes, clothes, clothes

Well a few days ago I bought Rosie a little blue polk-a-dot tee shirt. I put it on her and she was just fine in it.  In the past, she hasn't cared too much for clothes.  This was a little disappointing to me since I wanted to dress her up occasionally, so I was excited that she is okay with them now. 

Anyway, I found a great buy on some outfits at an antique store.  They are, however, not antiques. I don't think there is any such thing as antique dog clothes.  For some reason, people just didn't dress their pets up a long time ago:) Three out of the four I bought were brand new.

I bought her a lovely pink sweater, with a pink faux fur collar and rhinestones on the back.  Also, a darling hounds tooth jacket with a white faux fur collar and an elegant black evening gown with a burgundy sash with a diamond (also faux) studded bow.  I also bought her a pink hooded bathrobe with a rubber ducky applique on the back.  She was tired of me dressing and undressing her by this time, so no picture yet.  She prefers no clothes so I left her alone for awhile.  I'm just happy that I get to dress her up.

I love my Rosie even when she is naked.

Two scares this week!

You know, I never thought I would become one of those dog people.  You know, the one that think their puppy is a baby, the one who tells all her friends about the things her pup does, the one that panics when something happens with or to their pup.  Well, I am one of those people. I do think Rosie is my baby and I do tell all my friends and family about the things she does and I do panic when something happens with or to her.

Just like last weekend.  Our front door sometimes comes open if it is not shut until it clicks.  Jerry really needs to fix that.  Anyway, Paige and I were in the kitchen making cake-pops and we hear Alex yell that the front door is open and then, that Rosie is outside. We all get up and she is in the yard pooing.  Well, we could make the assumption that she went out just to take a poo, but no.  As soon as she was done, she trotted her little hiney toward the road.  We all started calling Rosie and Alex started chasing her.  Of course, Rosie ignored us all and started prancing down the road. I kept telling Alex not to chase her but that is all Alex could do. She was trying so hard to get Rosie. I stood on the porch in a panic, imagining a car coming down the road. Finally, one of our neighbors came walking up the road and Rosie went to greet him and he gave her to Alex.  Thank you, Andrew.

Well today, I took Rosie to Lowes for the first time.  My sister, Dana, takes Milo sometimes and puts him in a buggy.  He loves it.  He stands up on the end and just begs people to talk to him.  He actually is disappointed when they pass him by without speaking.  When I got there with Rosie, I was in the parking lot and grabbed a buggy out of the rack. I decided Rosie is too small to put in the back of the buggy so I flipped down the little plastic thingy and set her in the front.  She did not want to sit.  As I was letting her go to reposition her she jumped out! She landed flat on her side.  Scared me half to death.  Before I could even stoop down to get her, she was up and running toward a lady getting in her car.  I grabbed her up and inspected her all over.  I couldn't imagine that she would not be hurt but she did not appear to be. I carried her around Lowes for a little while. I wonder if she will be sore tomorrow. By the way, 6 lbs may not be a lot but when you are carrying it around for a while, she gets heavy.  Seems like I remember that from when my kids were babies.  See she is just like a baby:) 

Well she still seems fine.  She sure did give me a scare though.  Twice this week!

I love my Rosie, just like a baby.