I mentioned in my last post that we had frigid temperatures this past weekend.

I’d read somewhere that your pets should only be outside as long as you can stand it yourself, and they should be dressed the same way you are.

It was below zero on Saturday and I knew damn well that Delilah wouldn’t wear the snowsuit and balaclava (to that I had one for her to begin with) so somewhere in the gray matter I call my brain, I had the bright idea to use one of my sweatshirts as a coat for the dog.

I slipped it over her head, and rolled up the sleeves. It actually fit her fairly well, you can see in the below photo that the bottom of the sweatshirt hit right at the end of her but. I couldn’t adjust her harness enough to fit it over the sweatshirt, so I used Sampson’s harness and it worked perfectly.

I think the ultimate insult was when I put her boots on.  I practically had to drag her outside. She was either embarrassed or totally pissed off. (It’s hard to tell sometimes with that one.)

She walked so slowly next to me, I had to keep encouraging her to keep up. Then she’d try to move a little faster and she’d trip a little on the boot. I was a good Mama and stifled my amusement so as not to piss her off further.

After her walk it was Sampson’s turn. His walks are shorter but I still thought he should wear the sweatshirt, so I put it on him. Since he’s a bit bigger than Delilah, his harness fit over the sweatshirt too.

I checked it to make sure it wasn’t covering his penis and out the door we went.

My first mistake was thinking that Sampson needed a sweatshirt. He truly loves the cold and was so happy and excited to be outside, I had to keep slowing him down.

My second mistake was not taking into account where the sweatshirt would fall when he was standing up.

You see where this is going?

Two houses up we stopped so Sampson could tinkle. He lifted his leg and I bent down to make sure the sweatshirt was working the way I’d intended it to.

I knew he was peeing, but I couldn’t see it.

Then there was a drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

He was peeing in the band of the sweatshirt!

Shit!

Suddenly, the pee stream made it past the band of the sweat shirt and it looked like a balloon filled with liquid with about 15 pinholes in it. Pee was streaming out everywhere!

Sampson was oblivious to the sudden warmth on his belly, but I knew I had to get that sweatshirt off because it was so cold I didn’t want him walking with a block of urine bouncing against his stomach or worse, have the sweatshirt freeze to his skin.

Since his ACL injuries, Sampson can’t just stand around. Typically he lies down, or if he HAS to, he’ll sit.

I had to make sure I had some control on him, because I needed to remove the harness in order to remove the sweatshirt, so in this instance, he sat. Once he was secure and I knew he wasn’t taking off on me, I then had to remove  the sweatshirt without getting dog piss all over me or him.

Of course, once I got it off, I still had to carry it home. Thankfully his walks are shorter than Delilah’s.

The next day, Delilah wore the sweatshirt WITHOUT the boots and Sampson…well let’s just say, Sampson went commando.:-)

 

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