Your dog is spoiled. My dogs live in the backyard. Sleep on concrete. Eat cheap food and leftovers. They love them bones. If it rains a lot, they get a shower. If they stink, the hose. Sometimes now in the summer, the pool.
These ain't no walking dogs we have. They don't know how to walk on a leach. Pull like tractors. They are no petting dogs either. One has bitter four, the other six. They seem to be happy in their turf. Only bad is we have no entertaiment to do. Nobody wants to visit. And I refuse to tie them down.
There is no dog designated garment in this God given house.