Jake gets suited up first for our walks.
He’s nowhere to be found and he isn’t coming when called so … Charlie got to go first.
Called him a couple more times. No response.
Looked out in the shop … he’s just sitting there like a statue.
This isn’t a shop photo … it’s just the exact same pose.
Called him again but this time I’m gesturing, like an idiot … until it dawns on me to crouch down a little bit … with my hands on my knees … speaking in the dog mama voice and I tell him … you don’t have to wear the plaid sweater.
Little bit of movement … I repeated …
Really, Jakey … you don’t have to wear the plaid sweater.
I watched him get off his butt and shashay over like the Prince that he is.
He didn’t have to wear the sweater.
In memory of Miss Sadie Girl … she use to freak me out like that too.
Seems everybody is Mad for Plaid except Jakey …