The Curmudgeon Handbook, as a paragon of propriety, sets some pretty high standards of taste and behavior, but generally steers clear of opining about people's tastes in pets. I have naturally interpreted that to mean I am free to comment on whatever stupid pet behavior I choose.
And so we come to toy dogs (the live variety, that is). These are quite popular as companions for single women, the elderly, and gays. For the rest of us, they are to be avoided. Noxious, furry nuisances, they are small - yet loud - and live in some weird sped-up world where they are prone to wetting themselves when excited.
They are also prone to be being dressed up by their owners. In many outfits. Seasonal getups. Occasion-related attire. I shudder to think just what kind of store carries clothing for small dogs, but happily, they have escaped my notice.
I just wish toy dogs would.
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