An Ogre? Or Simply Rational?

When I got to work this morning, I turned my calendar to December (!) and have since been staring at the image of a dachshund wearing a cape and hat.  It’s a watercolor, thankfully, not a photograph, but still!  The powers that be determined that the folks in my office would like to stare at a dog in clothes for the month of December.

Which got me thinking.  I know I have particular tastes.  I’m sure half of my friends think I’m an ogre because I have no intention to ever own a dog that is shorter than my knees.  I particularly avoid fluffy yappy things.

I know, I'm an ogre.

Does my disdain of pet clothing fall in the same category?  I get dressing your dog in antlers for ONE Christmas picture, if you enjoy that look of pure torture.  I would never try it with Thelma, but if you have a stationary cat, an Easter bonnet could be a comic look.  But why do people insist on dressing their animals like people?  In all seriousness, too, not just to annoy the poor animal for a photo.  I feel like the dogs have become living dolls for these “adults” to dress up.

You will notice that it’s mostly small dogs that get this treatment.  And often in climates that don’t require extra layers.  Is that why I can’t stand them?  Is it more to do with the people who tend to buy small dogs and dress them, rather than the animal itself?

I don’t know.  That is just a scary amount of fur for such a tiny thing.

I must be an ogre after all.