I ran into Mickey one morning on the way to work, and immediately knew I had to take some pictures. After all, how often do you run into a dog wearing galoshes?
Turns out Mickey moved to San Francisco (with his mom) recently, and started licking his feet excessively after going out on walks. After trying a few other things, mom got him some boots, which seems to have pretty much taken care of the problem. This has caused the realization on my part that my aversion to dog clothes does not extend to boots: they looked ridiculously adorable, and red was absolutely perfect for such a white dog.
(The last picture was taken by Mickey’s mom, from atop twin peaks. Gorgeous!)
By the way, I have a vague recollection that Mickey’s last name might be Featherstone, in which case he is named after the rather ruthless gangster Mickey Featherstone, member of the Hell’s Kitchen gang ‘The Westies’. If this is indeed the case, I think it’s awesome, although perhaps a bit unfair to what seemed like a perfectly nice and very unlikely-to-shiv-you dog.