The temperature here in North Texas has dropped twenty degrees since this morning. As the cold front chugs through town, we're expecting it to be down into the thirties for Thanksgiving. Our youngest dog, Walter, is very short-haired. Not wanting him to be overly chilled when he romps in the yard, we slipped him into this really snazzy coat...
...That makes him look like a pimp.
Young Walter is now Pimp Dawg!
He's adopted a certain swagger, a confidence - if you will. He's in charge of himself and everyone around him.
I heard him say: "My bitch better have my money. Not half, not some, but all my cash!"
And when Pearl came up short? He got all up in her grill!
"Is P-Dawg gonna' have to choke a bitch?!?!"
They say that the wardrobe makes the man, and that appears doubly so for the Terrier.
He worked the yard, wranglin' his girls. At last I heard him say, "It's hard out here on a pimp."