No, the dog’s name is not Elvis. And his dad wants me to mention that he did not buy this getup, it was a gift from someone who would never have to walk the dog in it. But hey, this is San Francisco… if you can’t dress your dog up in gold sequins here, you can’t do it anywhere.
I guess it's not as itchy wearing something like that if there's fur between you and it.
I think that qualifies as a smile, even if his tongue isn't out.
Curly at both ends, tongue and tail.