Her Majesty the Queen vs. Oliver J*

Exhibit A: Oliver modeling his new fall argyle sweater

There are a few things that I mentally decided I would never do if I ever became a dog owner. In no particular order

1. Never dressing it up, regardless of what gender

2. No baby talk by anyone, least of all myself

3. It will be treated like a dog, never like a human

4. Will only consume dog food

The list is endless. But suffice it to say that article A is proof enough that none of these regulations were taken seriously.

Personally I think he deserves this humiliation. Sure I love him to bits. It's impossible even for someone who possesses a heart that is equivalent to a lump of coal not to. But the fact remains is that he is sometimes a little demon in disguise. I now present to you exhibit B. This photo was taken moments before I was brutally attacked.

Exhibit B: Oliver weeping for justice, and baring his fangs at the same time. Or yawning. Depending on how you wish to view it.

I rest my case.

*We're Canadian. We don't do that garbage 'People versus...' stuff. Go and review your grade 10 Social Studies textbook please.