the sweater that sealed my fate

I admit it: I used to make fun of older ladies who wear coordinating tops and bottoms emblazoned with zebras, reindeer, or any other kind of animal. I always wondered at what age you decide clothes with pictures of animals on them are the way to go. But when I saw this sweater, I knew two things: a) I had to have it, and b) I was officially, undeniably, a Crazy Dog Lady.

Of course, there were other signs: a blog that's 80% about my dog, my catalog of Ike songs is so large it might be a candidate for a Glee tribute show (Ikeyjandro is my favorite, followed by Don't Cry For Me Ikeytina); the fact that I started tucking Ike in at night; the notion that Ike dropping a tennis ball in the bathtub is worthy of 6+ pictures.

My one saving grace is that I don't refer to Ike as my... cringe... furbaby.

But the dog sweater may have canceled that out.