First real snow day for Lars and I, which means that the BarBar was forced to dawn his beautiful booties he loves so much.
We have been lucky up until now when it comes to the snow/salt but as with most good things in life, they are never, everlasting, thus this morning the poor little man was reintroduced to one of the pains in his butt.
I think the entire bootie experience would be appreciated much more by our dogs, if they actually could comprehend the reason for wearing them.
Lars, falls into this category of uncomprehending of course, and even Luther back in his snow days was not that tolerant of the boots.
Lars should love his boots, afterall they do invoke quite a reaction from anybody who sees him wearing them and since he loves being at the center of attention you’d think he’d be all for them.
Here’s the point where I can imagine Luther laughing at Lars when he sees me bringing out the boots, and Lars scowling back at Lu, internally planning revenge upon our return from wherever we are going.