Last week I got a message from Hattie Mae saying that she had a few dresses that she and Jackie had outgrown, and would Pocket like them. I didn’t check with Pocket. I said yes. Now, I must admit, I did not intend to give them to Pocket. I was going to turn around and put those suckers on EBay then watch the kibble fall into my bowl.
box arrived. I waited anxiously as Mommy and Daddy used scissors, then
a knife, then an industrial saw, on the box. If you ever plan to mail
plutonium across the country ask Hattie’s Mom to seal the box. She is a
marvel with tape. Finally the box was opened.
stuck her nose in the box looking for what new designs she would
receive but I Yorkie butted her out of the way. “None of these are for
you,” I snapped at her. “These are original designs from Hattie Mae’s
closet, we are going to sell them and get rich.” Pocket tried to tell
me this wasn’t why Hattie sent them to us but I had visions of golden
kibbles in my eyes.
pulled out a little red and blue number with her teeth and ran off with
it. “Pocket, bad Pocket, get back here!” I yelled as she scurried
into the bedroom and shut the door. Well, I could write that dress
off. Dogs would pay big money for a dress worn last by Hattie Mae but
no one was wearing anything that was last worn by Pocket.
were so many outfits that I lined them up from the front door, across
the kitchen, and into the spare bedroom. I began to think how much I
could charge for each one. I called over my lackey Daddy and told him
to photograph the outfits and write down the prices. He told me this
was wrong but I gave him my sweet determined Yorkie look and he folded
like a poleless tent. He was snapping the photos when Pocket sauntered
out of the bedroom like a brand new dog looking nothing but fine in her
Hattie Mae wear.
a picture of her!” I barked to my lackey. Pocket made a wonderful
model for these designs. A good model could add thousands of kibbles to
the price of a design. I had never known what Pocket’s purpose in life
was but now I knew. She was born to model.
“Try on one of these,” Pocket said to me. “They make you feel pretty and strut so confidentially.”
dismissed the idea, then the lackey said to me: “You should try one
on. If dogs are willing to spend more kibble on a design worn by Pocket
how much more would they be willing to spend if it was worn by you?”
lackey was talking sense. I picked a halter top with a peace sign and a
pretty skirt with a green print. I went into my kitty condo and tried
it on. Suddenly I felt six years younger. I came out and both Pocket
and Daddy to me how beautiful I looked. And you know what? They were
right. I was beautiful.
decided to keep this one outfit and brought lackey back to take more
pictures for E Bay. Then I saw a beautiful black outfit with little
dalmatians sewed on. It was precious. I decided to model this one, and
when I did I decided to keep it.
said if I got to keep clothes then she should get to keep clothes too.
I wanted to ignore her, but her clothes were very nice looking too.
Like all sisters I could sneak into Pocket’s kitty condo and steal her
outfits. They look better on me anyway.
went back to look at the designs. I couldn’t decide what to keep and
what to sell so I decided to keep all of them. I am not saying I am
never going to sell them, but probably only if my Buddha belly keeps
getting bigger and I can’t fit into them or they become torn and frayed.
let me give a big tip of the tail to Hattie, her little sister Jackie
Lynn, who outgrew some of these clothes, and their wonderful Mom who is
the world’s best dog clothes designer and seamstress. You are cherished
friends and we love you so much.
have five pictures below. We will be posting more. Maybe we will have
a fashion show blog a few times. Hope you enjoy them.