Over this past weekend, Adam and I went out of town. Sunday, on our way home, we stopped off at Petco for treats and a squeaker. For Henry, not us ;) Of course, I found an adorable shirt that Henry needed.
Last night it dropped below 69 degrees, so I could not imagine a better time to put it on him. It fit like a glove and looked so adorable...yes, yes, I'm bias. I know.
I know, I'm puzzled too?!?? (wink, wink).
And even through today. But this evening before his walk, he was allowed free time in the yard. That's when he decided to run underneath his Papa's work truck collecting several nice streaks of grease right on his back.
And then we went over to my grandma's for dinner where she has a beautiful big backyard with lots of things to run underneath and around. And he came back inside looking like this.
Not just a streak of grease, but an entire smear, that I'm pretty sure we won't be able to SHOUT it out. Nice.
So the average life of a "new" Henry shirt ends up being just shy of 24 hours.
I know, this is probably just cute to me. But somehow I have a feeling I cannot be the only animal lover/owner with the same experience, so I thought I'd share.
Thanks for dropping by :)