I'm not sure why they insist on putting me in these ridiculous outfits. I'm a dog! I need to be free and mobile! You can see this physique. I'm an athlete! The worst part is the clothes are usually hand-me-down outfits from Gypsy, Nana's past female dog! The only solace in the parade of shame I endure is the generous cut on the lower portion of the garments. At least part of me is free to feel the wind on its.... well you get the point.
