My New Collar

Dad paid some ridiculous amount for this collar for my brofur dog Goliath many years ago. Mom would never let him put that thing on Goliath. Dad was cleaning up last night and found it and it finally fits me.

Mom thinks it doesn't fit my image. Dad thinks it's way cool. We need you to help. Here are some shots of me in the new collar. What do you think? Take the poll at the left side of the bloggie.

Mom can't decide if I am ready to put the bitey on dad for putting this new collar on me or if I am trying to look like the collar fits my fierce image.

Please vote!