Ruffwear Quinzee Jacket
- December 2013
- Wild Life
My name is Cajun. I am 3. People ask my mom what kind of dog I am. She says I am a rez dog because that’s where they found me. She says I am a border collie/heeler/australian shepherd/wild jackal. Actually, I am a Good Dog. I like to run ALL THE TIME. If I have to stop, like waiting for my mom, I get cold.
I have a little dog coat. When my mom first puts it on me, I am mysteriously paralyzed and can’t move until she throws a ball. Then I forget I have it except I am not cold when I have to wait. Sometimes I have to wait under cliffs and towers and I wear my jacket. I wear it when we go skiing. First we got a medium, but it was too big, so then we got a small one. I have a fleece jacket too and it’s size medium: my mom says I’m that awkward in between size. My mom says I do not need one more possession. I need more balls. My mom says my jacket is cute and it does not get wet in the snow and it makes her happy because I am warm. Other people say it’s cute. I weigh 43 pounds, and I have very long legs because I am FAST.