Life on the Leash

Pet Fashion Week? It’s actually “Pet Fashion Weekend.” Two days that walked the line between good taste and all-out frippery. I saw some amazing craftsmanship, creativity and design, as well as quite a bit of “gilding the silly.”

The fact is, everyone I met at the event was lovely, so I’ll refrain from disdain in my coverage of the event, even if I did think that the faux Rolex dog watches were a bit much. (Ok, I made that up - no one has invented a watch for dogs. Yet.)

There’s too much gossip to fit in just one post, so this is the first in a series. Today, let’s take a look at the very reason for Pet Fashion Week: the dogs. (Although, on second thought, the very reason for PFW might be at the other end of the leash.)

Enjoy.

One of you asked about the number of pocket pups in attendance last year … there’s no size requirement to get in, as I did spot these guys in the show. (And one black lab who all but disappeared in my photo):

I think that there’s some sort of mathematical equation about the size of dog relative to the amount of taffeta and crystals required per square inch. The Distributive Law of Canine Bedazzling: The smaller the dog (the greater the glitz.) Or maybe it’s just that the big guys won’t stand for tutus.

PFW coverage ain’t over yet. Stay tuned for a look at … the products!