This is Prissy ... Mom's brother's dog. She had gotten a lot of mats in her hair so she ended up getting a summer cut in the winter. When Mom and Dad were down visiting, she was chilly so Mom put her in the only clothes she could find: a sun dress. Now there's so much wrong with that last sentence, but let's focus on the key issue... if we would tolerate it, Mom would dress us in silly clothes. No doubt about it. I worry when I see the Target bags coming in that maybe she bought some silly t-shirt for us. She hasn't yet, but I've heard conversations about trying their luck with Maggie or Josie.
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