Phoenix, the fashion police

Another post that would be improved with photographs . . . or not.

This morning after breakfast, the Farmer was looking for a hat. Now honestly, you do not have to look very far at our house to find a hat. They are everywhere: on the back porch, on the coat rack in the kitchen, in the basement, hanging off the living room lamp (seriously) and occasionally in a few other places where hats really do not need to live. It’s a hazard of being married to a farmer. When farmers buy things like cattle, machinery, seed, chemicals, trucking and the like, they always get a hat. I do not want to think about how much those “free” hats cost.

This particularly desired hat was in the back bedroom. The Farmer trooped off to get it, accompanied by Phoenix, who thinks, well, who knows what he thinks but any adventure with dad has the potential for great fun and mayhen.

A few minutes later, Phoenix started screaming his head off. I mean, seriously loud and dangerous barks. It sounded like he had found an axe murderer hiding in the back bedroom. Okay, he had basically the same reaction last winter when he looked out the living room window and came face to face with a bunny sitting on a snowdrift, looking in the window. You can’t be too careful with those bunnies.

Anyway, I ran into the dining room and there was Phoenix, going totally ballistic on the Farmer . . . who was wearing my Professor McGonagal hat from a Harry Potter themed birthday party last Halloween. It is fairly spectacular, as far as witch’s hats go, very tall and shiny with abundant black plumage and netting. It had been hanging on the coat tree next to the hat the Farmer was looking for.

This is proof that the Farmer has a sense of humor. (But one may question his good sense when it comes to teasing a malinois . . .)

Phoenix thought the hat was totally inappropriate and was doing an admirable Schutzhund “bark and hold.”

Jamie and Connor stared at both of them like they were out of their mind.

See how my mornings start? And people wonder why I am the way I am!