THE MAC RAINCOAT BY TOOTSUNCOMMON
Be it business, nature, fashion, relationships...all things cycle through a progression of changes. As Mother Nature prepares for Spring, it is her rain that bring about the growth of this season. And it is that rain that reminds Tootsie Roll of one of her favorite TootsUncommon items - The MAC Raincoat!
"Professor of clothing design Hairy Canine makes a bet that he can teach a half-breed Cocker Spaniel to design a jacket made with a waterproof fabric invented by Mr. Charles Macintosh in Glasgow in 1823. Not only does Hairy Canine loose the bet; but the half-breed Cocker Spaniel designs a raincoat smart enough to wear in the city. Her design achieves such popularity with the inventor of the waterproof fabric that today Mr Mackintosh’s surname is often used as a generic term for any raincoat, although those by the Mackintosh label are the true originals. TootsUncommon has been given the proud distinction of carrying on the Mackintosh label for canines which has "Pugmalion" falling in love with rubberized cloth and Lucille Dolabrador singing, "The Rain in Spain Stays Mainly on the Plain"! Purchase a MAC from TootsUncommon and you and your canine will undoubtedly love just walkin' and singin' in the rain!! " Available in the same sizes as our Wrapamacallit! We have new colors from repurposed human raincoats, message us and Toots and I will send you some pics:) Please send me the measurements of your dog from neck to tip of tail, collar and chest and Toots and I will let you know if we have one available to fit your pup:)
Tootsie and I enjoy this poem with it beautiful imagery and movement, we hope you find it lovely as well:)
Song For The Rainy Season by Elizabeth Bishop
Hidden, oh hidden
in the high fog
the house we live in,
beneath the magnetic rock,
rain-, rainbow-ridden,
where blood-black
bromelias, lichens,
owls, and the lint
of the waterfalls cling,
familiar, unbidden.
In a dim age
of water
the brook sings loud
from a rib cage
of giant fern; vapor
climbs up the thick growth
effortlessly, turns back,
holding them both,
house and rock,
in a private cloud.
At night, on the roof,
blind drops crawl
and the ordinary brown
owl gives us proof
he can count:
five times--always five--
he stamps and takes off
after the fat frogs that,
shrilling for love,
clamber and mount.
House, open house
to the white dew
and the milk-white sunrise
kind to the eyes,
to membership
of silver fish, mouse,
bookworms,
big moths; with a wall
for the mildew's
ignorant map;
darkened and tarnished
by the warm touch
of the warm breath,
maculate, cherished;
rejoice! For a later
era will differ.
(O difference that kills
or intimidates, much
of all our small shadowy
life!) Without water
the great rock will stare
unmagnetized, bare,
no longer wearing
rainbows or rain,
the forgiving air
and the high fog gone;
the owls will move on
and the several
waterfalls shrivel
in the steady sun.
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