Note: This Tacky Cardigan - as all others previously - does indeed have words on it. It's just that all those words made the title WAY too long.
So, answer this question: Which came first, the dog or the dog's job?
I'll go out on a limb and say the dog. Maybe not the ideal dog, but unlike the unsolvable chicken and egg dilemma, if you're gonna give a dog a job, there has to be a dog sitting there ready to take it, right? But then, how did the humans decide which dogs were best for which jobs? So they could work toward their "breed ideal"? Take cattle driving, for example. Of all the available dogs, WAY back when dogs were first assigned as drovers, how did the farmer decide among all the dogs? I don't know. But I'm beginning to wonder whether the cows had something to do with it...
Disclaimer: The cows made up those jokes, not me.*
Things that make you go hmm. ☺
A huge THANK YOU to my muse, the devastatingly handsome Cocker Spaniel, Dexter, and his mama Carol Bryant (yes, that Dexter, and that Carol Bryant) of the acclaimed pet lifestyle blog Fidose of Reality, for allowing me to use their photo! (I saw it on their Instagram and nearly peed myself, to be frank.) If you only knew how much fun this tacky mess was to make!
UPDATE! I've been feeling remiss about not crediting the cows who have appeared with speaking parts; therefore, here are their names (L to R): Lenny, Mortimer (Mort for short) and Ice-Chest.
If you'd like me to consider a photo of your pet(s) for a tacky cardigan, just post it to the Facebook page, OR, NEW!!!!!! OUR TUMBLR BLOG!!! YES, as of this week, we have a companion Tumblr! Lots of pet photos (most not appearing on this blog, and several who don't even belong to us)! Check it out!
(Tip: To submit a photo to the Tumblr, hover over the little rectangular icon at the top right of the home page and then click "Ooh, look at my pet, girl!"☺)
* I totally made those dumb jokes up, but I'm allowed. I'm owned by two drovers who are shaped like step stools.