My friend gave me a lovely burgundy and navy sweater. Well actually after telling him 5 or 6 times how beautifully it would felt up, he finally took it off and gave it to me. Then my son in law came up with a gray and red striped one which he found, of all places, at the dump in Hope, Alaska. My little Monty got a dog bed made from the dark one, and my daughter's Duncan got the striped one. They match their personalities perfectly, Monty being a stylish guy and Duncan a perennial puppy.
