Americans spend 50 million dollars each year on their dogs. I heard that tonight on the Anderson Cooper show. Makes me ashamed of how little I have spent on Rocky. I could have bought him nice clothes, hats, scarves, capes with sparkles, raincoats, tiaras, but he just doesn't seem to enjoy wearing anything but his "birthday suit."

Rocky patiently waits for a treat or just a tiny piece of whatever I am eating.




Rocky needs no fancy clothes. He is plenty handsome enough naked.

  I never spent a thousand dollars on Rocky's birthday party. In fact, poor fellow, in fourteen years, he has never had a birthday party. Watching these weird women holding their poor little dogs gussied up in costumes like actors in a play, I felt such pity for the pets.

While the women say they are obsessed with their dogs, I think the women are obsessed with themselves. The dogs seem to be props for them to get attention.

The star of the TV show was Molly, Anderson's dog. She totally ignored the dressed up canines. She curled up and went to sleep at the feet of her master, evidently assured she would never be humiliated in this way.