After a long (but never long enough) day of snowboarding in Beaver Creek, Colorado; I hit the jacuzzi while my best friend took a nap. She is an eighty pound Boxer-mix named Nikita, a beautiful dog. I felt bad she couldn’t join me on the slope, so I hopped out of the warm water and took her for a walk through the snowy mountain trails.
We saw another dog on the trail, a giant German Shepherd, wearing large dog clothes. I’m from San Diego. I hadn’t seen a dog wearing clothes recently, but it looked comfortable, and Nikita somehow looked naked after that.
When we got back to the lodge, I bought Nikita her very own large dog clothes, and we went back to the cabin to try them on. She had a dog backpack she wore to go hiking in San Diego, but she hadn’t worn dog clothes for a long time. I thought she would be fine, but as I pulled the shirt over her head she growled at me. Cat Backpack
We’re back in San Diego now, and Nikita still wants to wear her clothes every time the temperature drops a few degrees. She sure is spoiled. Today she is wearing her favorite large dog clothes under her dog backpack. We are going to hike up a small mountain and play catch on the peak. She is carrying her own gear inside her dog backpack. She has all the important stuff with her: collapsible bowl, treats, collapsible Frisbee, tennis ball, water. When we reach the peak, we plan to howl into the cool wind; and remember that we are free.