This has been on my bucket list for long long time — at least as long as we’ve been waiting for Mr. Oliver T. Puddington, our Basset Hound puppy. Well, I’ve been dreaming of putting Puddington in a little lederhosen. (Dressing French dog in German pants seems quite American to me.) I thrill at the idea of little tiny short pants and the long suspenders required to cover a Basset Hound’s long torso. But since hubby won’t invest in little leather pants for our pup, we have to make do with what we have: boys underpants. Hey, at least hubby and our son (who
wants me to be clear demands I state that these are not his underpants!) were willing to humor me and go this far. Anyway, last night, the magic happened!
Oliver was incredibly patient and willing as we put the small underpants on his back end, tucking his long tail through the little flap. Doesn’t Mr. Puddington look Marvel-ous in his comical comic-themed underpants?!
When Oliver went to follow our son, Hunter, for a treat, Oliver’s fist step in those underpants must have felt odd, for he made a little funny hop with his hind-end before he trotted off in pursuit.
When Oliver returned with his treat, he generously shared is bounty (as he usually does) with his kitten, Old Man Chicken Bone. (Oliver’s nemesis, Toodles “Squirrel Face” Davidson III, our Cairn Terrier seen in some of the photos, had to try to find a scrap if she could.)
Puddington had been so patient, I felt bad that he shared his treat. So we gave him another one that he could have all to himself once we removed his underpants.
For the record:
Yes, I giggled myself silly the whole time.
Yes, I will do this again.
And, yes, I am more enamored than ever with investing in little lederhosen with long suspenders for Mr. Oliver T. Puddington.
(And this pair of underpants has helped with size selection; the lederhosen or next pair of underpants ought to be a wee-bit longer for a better Basset fit.)