A few days ago, Park Slope resident Donna McPherson tied up Lexie, her 10-year-old Westie, in front of Ace Supermarket on Seventh Avenue “for two minutes” so she could buy milk. When she returned, the dog was still there, but her coat —a $25 green wool number with leather trim and a belt — was missing. McPherson was outraged, and perplexed. “How could anyone steal a coat off someone’s back in the freezing cold?” she asked the Post.
“I walked around Park Slope sort of to see if I could see anyone with the coat and I didn’t. It’s totally bizarre,” she said
Ha, what did she think she was going to see? A burly, mean-looking dog in a too-small jacket? No. Clearly, this is the debut act of something that we can’t believe hasn’t existed till now: a team of vigilantes who have devoted themselves to relieving dogs of the tiny outfits that make them look and feel stupid. God willing, they’ll never be caught.
