Saturday, November 10, 2007

The gender identities of dogs: a colloquy.

Yesterday when I came home from work, I found Bruiser dressed in a flowery tank top (size: XS), dating no doubt from the days when make-up artist daughter lived at home. After I had removed the offending garment and soothed Bruiser's wounded pride, running son and I engaged in the following text message exchange:

ME: Don't dress Bruiser in girls clothes ever again--it confuses his sexual identity.

RS: Sorry but he looked good in it

ME: Do you want him to grow up to be a drag queen? do you??

RS: if the bra fits . . .


  1. I love this story for two reasons:

    -It reenforces my pre-conceived idea that Walker is one of my top-five funniest people I know

    -And it reminds me of my dad, when he dressed our old dog in a t-shirt and shorts. And took pictures.

  2. give me back my tank top



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