Living up here in the capital of the world, it's easy enough to get wrapped up in your own stupid shit, fretting over a wait -list for a pair of jeans or moaning when we don't get invited to a party. But sometimes we need someone to bitch slap us back to reality and that's exactly what the dames with dogs featured in the NYT Thursday style section are asking for. These chicks are so far gone that they thought it would be cute to showcase their insane doggie devotion. One brags that her Muffin has "her own doggie garment rack with miniature hangers to hold knitted, fleece and quilted cover-ups." Another explains that she's had a staircase built next to her bed so her dog can easily access her bed. And the most pathetic claims that she stays up late at night searching for international dog clothing that she can buy for her Paige so that the dog will never suffer the staggering blow of seeing another pooch in the same sweater.

If you can't be swayed by the absolute absurdity of spending $550 on a designer dog collar in a world that's filled with war and starving people, at least have pity on your little four-legged friends. These ARE dogs, ladies! They lick their little twats and scoot across the ground to clean their asses. For god's sake don't embarrass them or yourself by putting them in a tutu. You'll both look like ridiculous bitches.

http://www.nytimes.com/2006/12/07/fas…