Srsly, be warned. If you are my friend, I just might purposely put you in a situation that will cause you to be unsure, unsteady, maybe even a little uncomfortable just so I can laugh at you.
Maybe you've read how I find a great deal of enjoyment in watching dogs in shoes.
Maybe you've read how I've spent many a lunch break looking up YouTube videos of dogs in shoes and then snorting wildly at my desk.
this one is my fave.
So maybe it won't come as a shock to read that the first chance I got to put my own dear, sweet, trusting puppy in shoes I jumped at it and then sat back, with recording device activated, to enjoy the show.
That he didn't care last week when I put Corey's t-shirt on him and screeched, "the baby's wearing pajamas!!" wasn't an indication to me that I might not get the reaction I desired, so I proceeded to strap on four canvas booties I had previously purchased for Oliver (who summarily stripped them off when it was his turn without even a single awkward prance for his mother's sake. The nerve.)
It was probably what my sister calls Christian Karma that Arnie didn't do anything.
I mean, he had a moment of, "here we go again...." and danced around the kitchen for a few seconds, but it was more from a lack of traction than ohmigawshthesethingsareeatingmyfeet!! After a few uneasy steps he trotted all around my mom's kitchen, sniffing out the person who was shoving treats at him as I had him pinned to the ground to strap on the booties.
Not the wild, flailing dance I was hoping for.
Serves me right for trying to use my own puppy's uncertainty for my enjoyment.
I gave him treats. Then I took off the booties.
...and that's when my mom strapped them to her Basset Hound, Maggie.
(insert evil laugh here)
No dogs were hurt in the making of this post, they were only a little confused and maybe a tad embarrassed.