In my youth a dog was a dog. It slept outside all the year round and had a perfectly good coat of its own. In cold weather the coat grew thicker. When it got warmer the coat got thinner.
Thanks to the sissification of modern urban living the above canine couture is actually useful rather than merely affectedly decorative. It's been raining buckets and dufus who needs serious squirrel-chasing action every day, twice a day, whatever the weather.
Unfortunately when he returns from his hunting expeditions there is no barn or out-house or even a porch for her to shed mud, water and grit in. We step straight off the pavement (muddy-puddled and pot-holed) through the front door of the terraced house onto the once-sunbeam-yellow carpet.
Hence the wet-weather gear. It proved very effective and prevented the absorption and subsequent redistribution onto the no-longer-golden carpet and no-longer-white walls of at least a pint of muddy water. However the resemblance to a certain brand of outdoor gear is deplorable but no doubt deliberate.
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Astute observation, I must say. And I hope that you get a platform audible enough to voice your suggestions. I do think that breaking the stereotypes is the biggest hurdle that needs to be crossed if we want to bring to reality what we envisage as a just society where discrimination on the basis of color is a malpractice of the past.
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