So I’m strolling leisurely through the grocery store the other day. Scratch that, I barreling through the aisles, throwing things into my cart, attempting to beat a land speed record because I LOATHE being at the grocery store. It is a horrible place. You move the same item at least six times just to get it home. It’s a waste of time and so flipping expensive. I wish I could do an I Dream of Jeannie head bob and have my shelves restocked, but, alas, no one has created that technology yet…
Anyway, I’m cruising down the aisle, navigating around the sale items and Halloween displays when I am stopped dead in my tracks at the sight of this.
Now I understand being an animal lover. I love my puppy and my old-decrepid cats. I consider them family members. But subjecting your pet to this seems like cruel and unusual punishment.
He’s definitely not my father. Heck, he’s probably not anyone’s father. He’s most likely neutered.
I get the cut necker-chiefs and even the fancy beds, but this just seems over the top!
Plus, without opposable thumbs, Fido, I mean Yoda, could never hold his light saber.
I mean, really, who are these ridiculous people who would waste their hard earned money on silly get-ups for their pet?!?!?