My Dog Stole My Hoodie—And Now He Owns It
It started like any other lazy Sunday. A cozy hoodie, a cup of coffee, and the gentle soundtrack of my dog trotting around the house like he pays rent.
Then I made the mistake. I took off the hoodie for five seconds—just long enough to refill my coffee.
When I came back, he was in it. And I knew—deep in my soul—I wasn’t getting it back.
🐶 He Claimed It Instantly
You’ve never seen smug until you’ve seen a dog burrow into a hoodie like it was handcrafted by ancient comfort wizards just for him. He looked at me like, “This is mine now. You had your chance.”
I tried reasoning with him. I offered treats. I dangled a squeaky toy. I even tried to sneak it away during belly rubs.
But every time I touched the hoodie, he pulled it tighter with his paws like he was shielding state secrets.
🛏️ The Hoodie Is Now a Dog Bed
It’s no longer apparel. It’s a lifestyle. A security blanket. A statement piece.
The hoodie has moved from my closet to his bed, then to the couch, then to wherever he happens to plop down in protest of walk time. It has become his go-to cuddle spot, his official napwear, and—let’s be honest—his throne.
Bonus? It’s now covered in enough dog hair to knit a second hoodie.
😳 He Wears It Better Than I Did
I don’t want to admit this… but he looks adorable in it. Like “should I make him an Instagram account?” adorable. The way he stares dramatically into the middle distance while lounging in a hoodie makes me question every fashion choice I’ve ever made.
My dog has main character energy now. And the hoodie only amplifies it.
🧺 I Bought a Replacement (for Me, Not Him)
After a week of pouting and cold shoulders (mine), I gave in and ordered a new hoodie—one for me. I tried to make a big show of unboxing it. I wore it around, confidently.
He yawned.
Thirty minutes later, I found him laying on that hoodie too.
🐾 The Truth? I Don’t Even Mind
Because honestly, watching my dog snooze in my hoodie is peak serotonin. It’s ridiculous. It’s adorable. It’s a little bit gross. And it’s exactly the kind of soft chaos that makes life sweeter.
Besides, I’d probably end up giving it to him eventually. Just like the spot on the couch, the corner of the bed, and every ounce of my personal space.
He may have stolen my hoodie, but he’s owned my heart since day one.
(And yes, he is getting his own hoodie soon.)
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