Really sometimes I think my Mom just exists to annoy me. I mean, I love the Cardinals as much as the next guy, but I hate clothes. I haaaaaaate them!! I prefer to be "au natural."
She is forever trying to put SOMETHING on me - whether it be a hat, or a sweater vest, or my Cardinals jersey. And today she was clearly bored or something, and it was too hot outside to do anything else once she had cleaned the whole house. So she decided to pass the time like this:
Luckily, this time I at least got a treat (ok, TREATS) while being tortured.
Oh and then there is that guy in the pictures with me. Whatever. I'm not ready to discuss.