On the Cover of Vogue

As you probably know by now, Florida has been in the grips of a cold snap for the past two weeks. I no longer think that 'snap' is the appropriate word for it. I've lived here for thirty years and have never experienced this kind of cold. We dug out the hats, gloves and scarves from the back of the closet. They've gotten more use lately than since we bought them for to use for some exotic trip to a cold weather country we were taking.
Ginger doesn't typically travel with us so there wasn't any dog sized gear hidden away for her. I went to the store and bought her a coat. A red fleecy one to compliment her chocolate brown coloring. I never imagined Ginger as a prissy kind of girl until the day she first wore her new coat.
I slipped it over her head and fastened it around her belly. She smiled. It matched her red collar and leash. She knew she looked stunning and couldn't wait to go outside to strut her stuff. Head held high she pranced down the street as if to say "Look at me!"
And look they did. Everyone we encountered commented on her lovely red coat.
The compliments went to her head. When we got home, back inside where it's warm, I tried to take off her coat.
"Grrrrr."
"Don't you growl at me." I scolded. Ginger raced off across the room.
I grabbed her and yanked the garment over her head.
"Grrrrr." She got a piece in her mouth and shook her head madly.
"Give that to me." I chased her.
When I finally got the coat from her, I hid it in the closet. She stood outside the door staring. I felt so guilty I put it back on her to wear around the house. All dressed up, she crawled into her spot and went to sleep.
She always gets excited when I say the word 'walk' but these days it's even more exciting to put on her coat. She sits perfectly still in order to be dressed.
I don't think she's cold, she just wants to be ready for her photo shoot for Vogue. I wonder what she'll do when I buy her some boots to match.