Boy do I ever hate Halloween. I am just a natural kind of dog and even though I have long since lost the battle to go around nekked, the only article of clothing that I wear regularly is my collar. Sure, in the winter I agree to a reflective vest for night walkies, but that is where I draw the line.
I know lots of doggies dress up for Halloween, but I hate it. Now, some relentlessly huge monster dogs think nothing of making total idiots of themselves.
Check out you know who. A bumble bee? Are you insane?
What? Where did this photo come from? Must by photoshopped.
You know what else? I had to crop the bottom off this picture. Wanna know why? Can you say "lipstick?"
You know you are in trouble when one of the keywords for you blog posts is "slobber." Now I have frequently seen comments on OUR blog with words like, "oh I always wanted a mastiff" or "Mango is so adorable, I would love to smooch him."
To which I reply, are you freakin kidding me?
Any sane human really want to live with the slobber beast? Seriously. The slobbers on our CEILING are one of the main attractions during tours of the estate. Not to mention slobbers on the TV, kitchen cabinets, furniture, MY BED, and various guests.
But worst of all is... oh man! Is there something on my head?
Crap! On my beautiful feathered labratail too. ICK!
See what I put up with? How can I be expected to go out in public like this? So wrong.