Anyone who knows me knows that I live my life by a set of rules. The rules may seem haphazard, a little nebulous and often contradictory, but if we don’t have rules then we’re just a bunch of animals running around wearing clothing.

With that in mind, one of my rules is that dogs don’t wear clothes. Have you ever seen pictures of animals dressed up by their crazy owners? They look miserable! Dogs just want to run around and smell people’s butts, they don’t want you to dress them like a pilgrim on Thanksgiving!

The wife has different ideas about this, of course, and has been bugging me about putting clothes on the dog since we got her about two years ago. At first, my stance was hard and fast: No clothes on the dog. She kept bugging me about it, though, and eventually I acquiesced — with conditions.

My new position that the dog was only allowed to wear one of two things: A Barack Obama t-shirt or a Detroit Lions jersey.

Both things were so implausible that I thought there was no way I’d ever see the dog wearing clothes. Then my phone beeped yesterday with a video message from the wife. Take a look…

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There are no words…