If you've known me for awhile, you might know that I used to wear a very cool harness with skulls and crossbones on it. A friend of my human's gave it to me after I "defied death" during my boy-part-removal induced heart attack.
Even though I have one of those Puppia things everyone thinks are so cute, skull and crossbones are just so... well... bad ass. Like me. I was 6 months old when I got the skull harness and wore it, like, pretty much every day for a year and a half. It became like a part of my soul or something. And then my human lost it.
Yeah. Lost it.
No idea how you lose a harness - especially when your dog wears it every freaking day. But Miss Gimpy Brain loses pretty much everything and I guess everything includes my favorite harness. And this wouldn't have been such a big deal, except the person who got it for me couldn't remember where they got it. Even Google didn't know where to find a new one, and Google knows everything.
So for months now, I've been wearing either the Puppia thing (that I hate because it goes over my head) or just a collar (that my human hates because it chokes me whenever I'm on a leash and decide to go poodle on someone). But not any more. Because the Santa dude left a brand spankin' new bad ass harness in my sock. Woo! Hoo!
Don't ask me how Santa knows more than Google, but apparently Google doesn't know everything. Might explain why Google couldn't tell me how to get my thumbs to work. Right now I'm trying to learn how to put my own harness on, but so far it hasn't been any easier than putting on a sweater :(