Sometimes hairless cats need sweaters during winter....

Without clothing for pets, the internets would be forever without Beedogs!

Pets at all are pretty odd when you look at it.

Lots of dogs in my 'hood wear coats at this time of year. I differentiate that from the clothing that's purely for effect.

I hate to imagine shaving one's armpits with a straight razor. And it's not exactly the thing you sit down in a barber's chair and ask someone else to do, you know?

Although that might be funny!

Other irritating habits of the mainstream:

• Such an overwhelming expectation of shark attacks that the much-higher likelihood of drowning is overlooked.
  
• Turning everything into a competition
  
• Yuppification
  
• office cubes

Hee. I think I have an LJ icon of that dog. That and the batman pug.

This is why I can never own a pug. I'd scar it for life playing dress-up.

(Hey, I said it was *different*. I didn't say I was immune.)

Lots of dogs in my 'hood wear coats at this time of year.

Are there doggie leather jackets? I bet a bulldog would look cute in a black leather motorcycle jacket.

Great, another breed I can't have.

OMG, poor baby: [link] (Unless he ran away. Which is quite possible.)

He's also, apparently, a klutz, so maybe he'll never grow into that weird taffy-pulled body of his.

Speaking of Paddywack (thank you, Plei, for that way around a name I couldn't possibly spell), is it the character of Sam or the actor who has an injured wrist/hand on Spn? I've been wondering if I'm supposed to remember how that happened.

On the Bolton resignation, surely this was a written announcement:

"He served his country with extraordinary dedication and skill, assembling coalitions that addressed some of the most consequential issues facing the international community," the president said. "During his tenure, he articulately advocated the positions and values of the United States and advanced the expansion of democracy and liberty."

I can't imagine "articulately" as spoken by W.

I recall a story (in one of my middle school texts, I think) in which the fallen civilization was buried in junk mail and the toilet seat was interpreted as a headdress. You'd strap the seat cover to your forehead with a ribbon reading "Sanitized for your protection."

The Nacerima thing reminded me of that.

OMG, poor baby: [link]

I think that dog ran away just so he wouldn't have to wear the bee suit anymore.