Don We Now Our Gay Apparel

For the humans, winter in California means we don our long-sleeve t-shirts. (Who is Don, by the way?)  Sometimes we even have to swap out shorts for jeans. For the dogs, however, it's a veritable catwalk of chic coats and must-have sweaters. Stealing a page from Vogue, this year's canine cover-ups feature

faux-fur–lions and tigers and leopards, oh my.

Unfortunately, my beloved Oliver would dog-paddle across the English Channel before allowing anyone to dress him in cute little outfits.
Fortunately, the mom of my hotel guest Harvey wanted to refresh her Chihuahua's wardrobe. She doesn't drive so I took her to Ross and we settled into the pet-accessories aisle. Remember that scene in "Pretty Woman," where Richard Gere takes Julia Roberts to that upscale boutique and the sales clerks scramble to bring one outfit after another for their approval? Harvey got to play Roberts as the hooker, Margaret had Gere's role of obscenely wealthy john and I, I was the scrambler.

Harvey patiently endured the robing and disrobing until we settled on eight new jackets, sweaters and t-shirts. Frankly, Harvey looked more like a pimp than a hooker in those fake-fur coats. All he needed was a lavender bowler hat with an ostrich feather sticking out the side.