Helpless Dogs Stuck in Family Jammies: The Hoodie Footie Family
When Katie and Jason told the children they could open up one present before Christmas, Eleanor jumped up and down with delight. Her baby brother Louis could not understand, but began clapping along with Eleanor’s jumps. Margot, the family dog, was pleased to see the children happy. Earlier that day, an irritable Louis had pulled at her ears and Eleanor had stuck a lollipop in her fur for no good reason. She preferred the children to be distracted by consumer goods.
Of course when the parcels were opened and bubblegum pink and royal blue fleece was pulled from the boxes, Margot felt a conflicting urge. On one paw, she felt compelled to run to the fleece and sink her teeth into the fuzz. On the other paw, she felt like she should flee.
“There’s one for each of us!” Katie squealed as she unzipped her pink suit and stepped inside, pulling it up over her leggings and t-shirt. Jason, grinning wildly but silent, dropped his jeans and pulled his on over his boxers.
“Daddy!” Eleanor said, placing her hands over her eyes, but Jason just zipped up his suit. He kicked his jeans under the chair and sat down. “Fuzzy,” he said.
While Katie put Louis in his blue suit, Eleanor put hers on over her pajamas. Margot, who had begun inching out of the living room toward her crate, paused to look at her people. They reminded her of muppets.
“Not so fast, Margot—” and suddenly Margot was scooped into Katie’s arms, being carried back into the room. Jason held one more suit of bubblegum fleece up in the air.
“You son of a bitch,” said Margot.
While Katie held Margot in her arms, Jason clumsily pulled the suit over Margot’s head and forced her legs into the holes. Margot wondered if this was what Hell was like, or if this was actually Hell. She could not recall her life before this house, though she was sure she’d had one. This could not have been everything, or could it have been?
“There,” said Katie, placing Margot on the floor and pulling the fleece down over her back by her tail. Eleanor sat beside her and looked up to her father. “I think she likes it,” Eleanor said. Margot scoffed. It was remarkable really, how little these people knew her. They were supposed to be her family, and yet they thought she enjoyed being shoved into pink fleece. It’s not even my color, Margot thought. If she’d had to choose, she would have picked black.
Her family chatted and laughed, obviously pleased with themselves, but Margot just stared ahead of her. Her crate, which had seemed so close moments before, was now miles away. Her fuzzy blanket in her crate mocked her from across the house. She had become a fuzzy blanket herself, without even realizing what had happened. Margot sighed and closed her eyes for a moment. If this is really it, she thought, at least my paws are free. She opened her eyes and raised her head a bit higher. At least my paws are free.
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