Windbreaking

I have a big, manly dog. He’s a shelter dog, 75 pounds of brown mutt. When we walk down the street, families cross to the other side. You’d think he had a neck tattoo … Thing is, he’s not ferocious at all. He’s not frightening. He’s actually the opposite of scary. When kids get closer, they generally hug his long neck and hang off of him. He’s a fan. Here’s the other thing, and don’t tell him I’m telling you this: he’s a wimp. Yeap, a big baby. He’s not a fan of loud noises whatsoever. Thunder? Forget it. He’s hiding in the basement. Plane flying overhead? Not a fan, but he’ll tolerate it. Wind? Hell no. See you later. Thing is, I bet if he had one of these windbreakers from akashalashaska, he’d be worthy of a neck tattoo. These are certainly more stylish than the brown sweater he wears every day, that’s for sure.