One day, my human put me in this fancy Whoofsmiths tshirt. I strutted into the park, and BOOM—all eyes on me. The poodle dropped her ball, the bulldog froze mid-sniff, and even the cat (yeah, CAT!) nodded in approval.

I wagged my tail like a runway model and thought, "Who needs treats when you’ve got threads this good?" Now, I refuse to walk unless I’m dressed to impress.

Humans call it “dog clothing.” I call it “paw-some fashion domination!” 🐾

Lesson? Never underestimate a well-dressed pup. We don’t just walk—we WOOF the runway!