There once was a puppy named Ellie, who technically is no longer considered a puppy but I will probably always call a puppy. Ellie is the most patient, loving labradoodle around, even when she is attacked from behind.
See Loaf changes her clothing at least 4 times a day. It drives me nuts and I use strongly worded statements about the privileges she will lose if she changes again, but she doesn't mind, she loves to change her clothing.
She likes to get Ellie to participate in this process as well.
As you can see Ellie is not pleased with the drama that is Loaf and Loaf is telling me to quit taking pictures and help her get Ellie into the skirt. "She will love it", she emphatically tells me.
Ellie by this point manages to get out of Loaf's grasp and has the skirt flipped over her head faster than I think is normal for a dog, but she is experienced in this kind of torture and wants nothing to do with it.
Then Ellie takes her frustration out on the skirt or perhaps the pompom trim is just too tempting, because she does love a good pompom. Loaf is telling me all the things I did wrong instead of helping her and I can't help but laugh at the random things that bring me joy.