If Only I Had a Picture

Payton HATES wearing clothes. Our neighbor once bought her a doggie outfit from Old Navy, and Payton refused to look at us until we took it off her. I'm not kidding.

So, I should have known something was up this morning when she sat on the landing and refused to come downstairs. She just peered at me through the stair ballisters with her big, brown sad puppy dog eyes. I knew something was wrong and even commented to Eric that she was acting strangely.

About half an hour later, Eric takes Payton outside to potty. Eric hollers to me, "What's that black thing on Payton?"

I'm confused by this inquiry. His question is vague, given that Payton is black.

I go to the window to see to which he is referring, and there's Payton with my bra looped around her front legs and neck.

I'm sure you're wondering, how did THAT happen? (I'd be wondering, too.) So, last night, I'm sitting at the computer e-mailing, and I was uncomfortable so I took my bra off and threw it on the floor. Evidently, I threw the bra on top of the dog who was sleeping soundly at my feet, and somehow she wrangled herself into it.