The other day, I witnessed something very troubling: a small, quivering chihuahua dolled up in a snout-to-paw vision of designer finery, gobbling a special “dog ice cream” while its owner watched proudly, poised with a wet-wipe.
Snugly seated at a picnic bench on a level with its human counterparts, the poor beast seemed just as confused as I was by the scene. Then, behind the pup, I saw a labrador in a pair of snazzy dog booties, drinking the abomination popularly known as a “puppuccino”. The horror! What on earth happened to letting dogs be dogs?!
