Pooches and Purses

On Sunday we did our Laguna walk, which I'm not going to tell you about because I'm too selfish to give away the secret of where one can find beach parking on a weekend. When we reached Main Beach, Jerry was craving fries and I a burger, so we went to Brussels Bistro, one of our favorite places. It's the perfect combination of Europe and California. We sat on the patio, which is below street level. That gave us a good view of all the dogs walking by. At the street level bar, two girls sat, each with a Chihuahua decked out in pink Puppia harnesses and pink Doggles. They were a smash. Tourists stopped to take their picture, and little kids begged to pet them. I've never really figured out the purpose of Puppias except as decoration. Cavalier people like them, too; I frequently see Cavaliers in our play group wearing them. Bella and Twyla are deprived, though; all they get to wear are collars. I'm pretty sure that secretly they're relieved. Bella's breeder asked me once if the girls had Coach collars. I said no, I figured it was enough for them that I had a Coach purse. Okay, four. I can live without designer jeans, but I do love shoes and purses. In a recent Google search for more information on the purse museum in Amsterdam, I ran across a purse blog that included reviews of, what else, designer dog carriers. Nope, the girls aren't getting one of those, either. They already have three colors of the original dog carrier: the Sherpa bag. And besides, they wouldn't trade their visits to Three Dog Bakery for designer anything.