The Dog in Leather

by Edward Cardona

As a proud Kerry owner, one makes a concerted effort to assure a proper upbringing for such a remarkable breed. But from time to time something goes inexplicably wrong. Last year for his Halloween debut, Ajax acted like the top dog he should be and dressed in a tuxedo. I knew I was doing something right! He looked presentable and distinguished and got raves from all of the female doggies in town.

This year something went inexplicably wrong. I don't know if it was the treats I gave him (cowhide chews) or all the girls he met since he was the only Kerry in full tails (not docked) or because he earned a bottle of champagne as winner of the KB-L costume contest. The trouble started only a few weeks ago when I found out he became a father (out of wedlock no less). Then as Halloween approached I suspected that by the glint in his eye and the company he was keeping, I was in for a surprise.

On Halloween, for the annual parade attended by a million people at Greenwich Village in New York City, Ajax dressed in leather complete with spikes and studs (the latter a reference I'm sure to his recent sexual prowess as a breeder). Nevertheless, I pulled myself up by the straps, accepted him for what he was and took him to the parade. Fortunately, in New York City self expression is king and Ajax was an instant hit.

Surprisingly, only one person the whole evening made a wrong guess as to his breed. A pseudo dog expert yelled across the crowd, "Hey! there's a Soft Coated Wheaten." It wasn't that everyone else guessed his breeding correctly. It was just that he was accepted at for what he was and was simply referred to as "The Dog in Leather."

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