Boz & Gracie Sport a Slicker New Look
Boz and Gracie enjoy taking time to smell the flowers while showing off the latest in farm fashions.
Uh oh, I can hear the rumblings and see the eye rolls now; Tom’s taken to dressing up the dogs. (Well, I do live alone.) Actually I’ve only done it once, and that was to keep up appearances for a couple purebreds hellbent on a poker game at our place. (They insisted on a business casual.)
Boz is not quite sure if the cape is better at repelling rain or enhancing canine powers.
Boz & Gracie have never been prisoners of fashion. Sure they don a nice top-stitched leather collar and lead once in a while, but bonnets, wigs and jumpsuits are costumes best left to insecure Poodles and dogmatic Chihuahuas. For the most part, and Tartan aside, the only thing Boz and Gracie like to feel on their back is a reassuring pat and occasional bum scratch.
Always the lady, Gracie makes fast work of a plastic pot with nary a collar out of place.
Last week after talking to my Mom about our poor run of weather, I mentioned to her Boz and Gracie’s reluctance to exit the house for anything less than a sunny day. With a Seattle rainfall record in March, and April playing out to be the all-time coldest April on record, the bullies are bearish on getting soaked and chilled.
One week later a parcel arrives and my pups are staying high and dry. Thanks to my Mom’s design, pattern-making, sewing skills, and sense of style, Boz and Gracie have been outfitted with rain capes worthy of Burberry and London Fog.
And while summer tends to be a dry season in the Pacific Northwest, it’s also the beginning of Dungeness Crab, fried chicken and rib season. Bulldogs permitting, I believe I’ve found another use for these handsome capes (and yes, it would appear Boz and I share the same neck size).
Thanks Mom, from Boz, Gracie and the Guy with the bib.