Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Hogan and the Pink Bra

The other day, I came home from a long day.  There's a door separating our bedrooms and bathrooms from the front of the house.  We keep it closed with Hogan McSmalls behind it when we're gone so he doesn't open cabinets and drawers and eat all our food.  Or turn over the trash can. Or jump on the kitchen counter and break things.  You know.  So, I opened the door, expecting him to growl and complain at me for a minute and then go back to lying on carpets, as usual.

He ran out wearing my new pink bra.  He was smiling really big and running as fast as he could, making crazy skidding loops through the living room, kitchen and dining room.  I was on the phone with my mom and laughing so hard she couldn't understand me.  I finally caught my breath and made Hogie stop.  I told him to sit so I could take this photo.  I sent it to her so she'd know that I hadn't lost my mind.  At the time, I thought he was ashamed and that's why he looks so sad, like he knows he's in trouble.  But, upon further reflection, I think he's just upset that I stopped him from running around in a pink bra.

Because everyone should be able to run around in a pink bra every once in awhile if they want to.

*Both dog and bra are fine.