The rest of the designers seem much happier. Jeffrey says that everyone picked a dog that resembled them, especially Keith. Keith's got this skinny little dog that is bald except for its head, where it has long gray hair. Keith says that he likes "rare things," which I find annoying. Like blood types? No, he means bands that no one has heard of. Bradley and Alison switch dogs, leaving Alison with a white poodle and Bradley with this little shaggy dog. There's cuteness all around. Laura puts her tiny dog in her purse, "so I don't have to touch it." Okay, the lady doth protest too much. You're just afraid to love that dog, Laura! She interviews that she did not pick her dog -- it was the last one left. The dogs do sort of resemble the designers that they were matched with, except for Jeffrey. Instead of getting a poseur dog breed, he got a little Welsh corgi. Now, I'm not very familiar with a lot of small dog breeds, but I lived with a roommate for two years who had a Welsh Corgi and they are maybe the best dogs in the world. They're so sweet and calm -- you almost feel like they're looking out for you. I see no resemblance.

Back at Parsons, Tim tells designers that their challenge is to design a women's outfit inspired by the dog. He wants them to create a story about the owner of the dog. Plus, they have to create a complementary outfit for the dog. They will have two days and $150 each.

During the half-hour sketching period, it's like a slapstick comedy. Each of the designers is trying to sketch and their little dogs are running all over the place. Laura, in particular, seems a little harried -- she tells her dog to sit down and be good while she sketches. I'm not sure that works on children, much less dogs. Robert is trying, with no luck, to get a picture of his dog. I think Bradley is allergic to his.

Alison says that her dog Pepito's owner is a globetrotting fashionista. Angela's "story," meanwhile, is the dumbest fucking thing she's said yet. It's about a British headmistress of an arts camp in Paris called "Jubilee Jumbles." Perhaps you're wondering why this French camp doesn't have a French headmistress or even a French name. Jubilee Jumbles? The sound of those words is... I feel like I'm having an epileptic seizure. That's maybe one of the two or three dumbest FUCKING things I've heard. Her dog's name is Pattycake. Pattycake only thought she had a stupid name until she heard "Jubilee Jumbles." And, in her interview, Angela says "Jubilee Jumbles" without even smiling. In fact, she puts her chin in her hand and props her elbow on her knee like she's breaking it down for us -- getting real. Poor Pattycake. ["The sad thing is that 'Jubilee Jumbles' would have been effing brilliant if she had been joking. But she wasn't." -- Sars]