In red, of course ... all her accessories are red. I plan to take the little terror with me where ever I go now. I get so tired of going into corner stores or, worse yet, supermarkets, and having all these people with unmanageable, sugar crazed children drooling in the bulk bins, throwing tantrums, running into my heels with those damn little kid carts they provide.
I figure if people can have their service dogs with them, there is no reason I can't carry my dog with me. She won't be walking around on the floor, won't be bothering anyone, won't be shedding, crapping or otherwise creating a nuisance. And she will certainly be less irritating than many of the offspring I see being dragged behind exasperated parents ... or worse yet, proudly displayed in all their drooling glory by parents who think all of us happen to actually like kids.
After a trip to the vet today I found out our girl is a bit pudgy ... gotta lose 3 pounds, which means anywhere I walk, the damn dog is going with me. So look out Victoria ... there'll be a crazed dyke with an ill mannered Jack Russell strapped to her coming your way!