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Which brings us to Trevor.
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The Bad is simple, but (like Trevor) consistently painful. Putting on his booties is a daily fight. It is a 2 man job, but often there is only 1 of us to do it. Trevor will put up with them, but doesn't help in the slightest. It is like trying to get long johns on a limp child. Passive resistance. From Trevor's point of view, he dies of embarrassment, until he is outside and sees the other dogs.
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The Good - where to start. First, his paws don't hurt. He doesn't track in crap from the street. He no longer gets a block away and need to be carried home (we actually both like that). Before the booties, we would get 1/2 a block and then one foot goes up to be cleaned. A house later a 2nd foot has to be wiped. About 1 house later, the third foot comes up and then he just stops walking and gives me the most annoyed look. And then I have to carry him home. Embarrassing for both of us
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My other favorite is that he stays in place until I am ready to take him out.
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You see one way he fights any clothes (including said booties) is to stand perfectly still, like he is frozen. Fine by me. I can put his booties on, then get my jacket and the keys and his leash - and he doesn't move. What is annoying with a sweater is dreamy with booties.
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The Ugly? Well, he does look goofy in them.