Charley had his very first walk on harness today.
It's one of those contraptions that is supposed to cure a dog of tugging. This seemed good for us since Charley will be gargantuan in a few months time and good leash manners are invaluable. To that end, I purchased this harness some months ago when I knew we were going to have the kind of dog that could pull me flat to the ground with one good tug.
What I didn't do is double-check by peeking through the clear packaging to see the color of the actual harness that I was buying. I just looked at the cardboard signage tucked into the front and back of the clear package, which showed a red harness.
Red is a good color for both my dogs. So I grabbed it and headed home.
That was in November.
This morning I opened it up.
A pink mesh harness with pink fleecy padding and a pink lead.
And Number 7 won't be best pleased because he won't want to train the dog with a pink harness. But it's too late to take it back now.
The good thing is that Charley won't care, especially after March 1st when he goes to the vet for his, um, transformation.