I wanted a dog most of the childhood and the dogs that I lived with (they weren't mine and never were) in my childhood were honestly a bit of a letdown. One was a bitchy Miniature pinscher and the other was a lazy black lab trained for duck hunting which he hated. I used to daydream about the type of dog I'd have and the more I have Rebel Dog, now two and a half years, the more I see him developing into the dog I honestly always dreamed of. From his appearance to his bubbly personality, he's the best.

Because I raised him from a pup he's honestly picked up a lot of my personality traits (good and bad) which contribute to this. Yesterday we got some clothes for me from a market shop and with them was a new bandana for 20 pesos. When I went to hand it to John (who it was technically intended for) he jumped up and poked it with his nose. John started playing around with it and had me take these photos.

It wasn't long before it ended up around his neck and now it's his, covered in dog hair and who knows what else at his point. He's always been a fan of collars, he didn't object from the first one he had it was only being pulled around by it for walks that he didn't enjoy.

I've always imagined my dream dog in a bandana but never bothered with putting one on Rebel until yesterday. I've considered crocheting him things for fashion, mostly collars for show and such but haven't done it yet.

Now I briefly took it off today while giving him some love just to see if it wasn't just me thinking he loved his new fashion accessory. As soon as it was off his neck he sniffed it with watery eyes and a sad face, he even folded his ears back. I put it back on and he trotted away proud.