It is normal practice over Christmas, chez Nobbly, for MrsN to humiliate the dogs by dressing them up in all manner of foolish and demeaning clothes, before taking photographs of them.
This serves several purposes:
- It lets the dogs know who’s boss
- It keeps MrsN happy
- It keeps me on my toes, pondering what would happen if we didn’t have any dogs
After last year’s photo shoot, the dogs contacted their union rep, and acting on advice received, slipped me a tenner to hide the clothes.
MrsN, unable to find the cheery little Father Christmas outfits and daft hats this Christmas, promptly went out and bought some more of the damn things in a natty little tartan design.
Unfortunately, she bought ones that were way too small for our dogs, and so she sought alternative fashion models for the photo shoot.
The chosen models (straight off the cat walk) were none too chuffed with proceedings, and after due consideration one of their number took refuge up a nearby tree in order to avoid being subjected to the same treatment as his two friends.
The dogs, understandably, were most amused by this turn of events, and approached me later to express their gratitude.
I explained that it was a job well done, but what with the fall in the pound following Brexit, such stuff in future would cost them twenty quid.