If you happen to see a naked man in my yard, don't be alarmed. Mr. Harris is just proving his point that dogs don't need coats. Let me explain.
We started the weekend groggy and behind schedule, as opposed to bright and early. The Nu Hope Stride for Seniors had beckoned the child to come run. I felt less energetic due to lingering illness. The kid shook this cold a bit faster than I, which also sums up her running. This race, Mr. Harris and the dingo opted to come, giving me the perfect excuse to drop out of the competition, if I can be so bold to declare myself as such.
The dingo was excited, or perhaps it was the cold weather. Her shivering and shaking, per Mr. Harris, was directly related to the promise of major sniffing awaiting her. The child argued the poor, short-haired dog was actually so cold, she was shivering.
"She needs a jacket," my daughter insisted.
"I am not buying clothes for a dog," my husband replied.
"She does look cold," I added.
"She has hair," my husband continued. "With all that fur, she can't be cold."
Rationalizing further, our daughter added, "You have hair all over you, but you'd be cold if you went out in the yard with no clothes on."
"Really," he answered, with a scary twinkle in his eye. "Maybe I should try it and prove a point."
"That'd be something," I laughed. "A naked man in the yard. Why I'm sure the neighbors will love it."
We continued laughing as the dingo danced all over the back seat. Once we did get out and get moving, she warmed up or chilled out, depending on your perspective. The naked man versus frozen dog challenge seemed forgotten. At the end of the race, however, we saw Angel had a coat on.
"She has no hair on her belly," Angel's momma shared. "She gets cold because of it." My daughter shot me a look, as the dingo is bare-bellied too. Mr. Harris just winked. This could get ugly. I wondered out loud whether we were bad dog parents for not having a coat for her.
As we talked shopping for dogs, Mr. Harris shook his head. He just rolled his eyes and said nothing, such a good husband is he. Little did he know, the next coat purchased would be for him.
The only thing worse than shopping for dogs, is shopping for men. Mr. Harris is super tolerant, often joining us, and never complaining. He doesn't care to shop for himself, however, due to the trying-on process. It's hot and stuffy in most dressing rooms and as he tried on suit jackets, the heat kicked on, making it worse. "Let me just grab it and go," he insisted. "Oh no," I replied, "We want to see this on you." It was fun for us to see him getting all dressed up.
Several changes later, we found the proper-sized suit. "I'm done," he declared as we jokingly offered our help finding him the right foundation undergarments. "Now you need some control-top briefs," I joked. My daughter jumped in with an offer to see if she could find an undershirt with built-in pecs. No wonder this man hates trying on clothes.
We gals felt major vindication, however, when two identically sized slacks fit totally different on him. "They must have measured this pair in metric," he groused, as we remarked how we often have the very same problem. I think he would have preferred to buy the dog a coat after all.