Justine has been begging for a girl poodle that she can dress up for about two years now. She tells everyone she's getting a poodle. Birthdays, Christmas, Groundhog Day... any and every holiday; the request is the same. And my reply is always the same as well, "We'll see."
A girl poodle. That's all she wants. A dog in a dress who can fit into one of those cute pet purses.
I don't want another dog. I don't really even want the ones I've got.
You've heard about my experience with the barking menace and the pogo jumping, pool cover crashing mess.
I think Justine has come up with the perfect solution.
Yes we have changed Russell into a girl. No we didn't do anything surgical or permanent. It's simply a matter of changing a pronoun. He is now a she. Him is now a her. If we spoke Spanish, it would end in an a instead of an e. It's all about the vernacular.
Come on people, I need to know I'm not doing permanent damage by allowing my kids to put dresses on my male dog. And call her "she." And paint "her" nails.
I know we have taken away this little dog's last little bit of dignity. Self-esteem. Self-concept. Self-worth.
The good news is that this little dog has had more love and affection since "her" transformation than "she" has had in years. I think that even little Russell would agree that a little lovin' is worth dressing in drag for a while.
Doesn't "she" look so happy?
Justine and "Russell" with the new pet carrier purse.
Doesn't "she" look so thrilled?
My Drag Queen Dog.