LIFE RULE #457: Do not put clothes on your dog for Halloween.
But okay we dressed up our newfie, Zora, as a cowboy with a plaid shirt and hat. The plaid shirt was unbuttoned at the neck, which meant that a lot of chestal hair came billowing out. Zora looked weirdly human--like a big hairy tranny.
Anyway. Boy Numero Quatro took Zora trick-or-treating, but instead of getting candy he got chewed out by a real Avenues sort for demeaning a dog. Here's the best part. The lady who chewed him out was carrying her Chihuahua in a snuggly. Seriously. I do love love love my wacky neighborhood.
Ate Milky Ways bars until I went into a coma. A very, very happy type coma.
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I laugh.
"Demeaning a dog" by dressing him up? Nay, I say! I shall never forget the day when I returned from work to find Bruiser wearing a tank top. Did he put it on himself? Did he find it expressed something about his inner nature? Or did my youngest "demean" him by putting a girl's flowery garment on him? Who is to say? Live and let dress up, I say, even to the swaddliest swaddler of little yappy dogs.
Your son should have told the Avenues woman to have a real baby instead of treating her yappy little dog like her baby. That was mean. Sorry. We need to remember some of the lessons the British have taught us - the only thing funnier than a dog dressed up is a man dressed up as a woman!
Wow. I wish I could read dog's minds.
So so funny.
I love Zora's billowing chestal hair. She told me that wearing the cowboy outfit was fun, but next time she'd appreciate a pink neckerchief and her toenails painted so people aren't confused aobut her gender.
Also, she was thinking next year that she could wear a big pink too-too, and go as a dancing bear.
Tell that girl that I miss her and I'll come back down as soon as I can to give her a big belly scratch.
Oh my gosh, I love this story.
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