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.)
Vintage novelty ad found at A Slip Of A Girl — her post also has a link to another vintage pair of panties with embroidered ants-ies.
So warns this risque vintage postcard (via A Slip Of A Girl). I’m guessing that artist Tony Roy expected lady’s underpants to be worn as hats at some point in the evening… Which only further drives home the point about imbibing too much. So here’s to a happy & safe New Year’s Eve, for you, your panties and your hats.
PS I love that the “i” is upside down in “liquor.”
It’s not only as bad as it looks; it’s worse!
1)This is underwear that you have worn for many years. They are raggedy, but it would be a shame to throw them away.
2)Old underwear can be very useful. This is how: take the scissors and remove the fabric that goes between the legs.
3) When you finish that, you will have a convenient, short shirt.
4) If you don’t believe it, look how hot the shirt looks!
Notice that there are still holes — raggedy, ratty underwear holes — in your “new” recycled shirt.
Now, I collect vintage lingerie, which means, technically, that I buy (and, yes, wear) used lingerie — but that is nowhere near “raggedy” underwear. The only holes are those made by the manufacturer, thankyouverymuch.
And thank gawd the article doesn’t go there, doesn’t mention stains.
Crap, I just did.
And I used the word “crap” – doh!
We’re not calling them “cheesy” out of spite — these retro bikini panties include wedges of cheese in the cats and mice circle of life. Set on a backdrop of bright yellow with mod orange polka dots no less.