Pet Fashion Week, Death to America


Today, our head hurts and we’re feeling hateful. Maybe it has something to do with spending two hours on the A train last night, only to end crammed onto a shuttle bus full of homicidal straphangers?

Anyway, it’s really great timing for the ridonculous news that Leona Helmsley left $12 million to her freaking dog, Trouble, and $0 to two of her grandchildren, who apparently know what they did to piss her off. And even more convenient, our own Lynn Yaeger, who hates pets, reports today on Pet Fashion Week, from the doggie perfume to the $400 collars.

Here’s a classic Yaeger line:

I quickly discover that Pet Fashion Week has plenty in common with human Fashion Week—mainly, all the really cute stuff is for scrawny, undernourished-looking animals.

We have a pit bull who we occasionally put in a zip-up hoodie when it’s very, very cold. He inevitably pees on it. Perhaps he represents canine grunge or something.

This article from the Village Voice Archive was posted on August 29, 2007

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