All you discerning doggies out there will of course know that Halloween happened a couple of months ago but paw on heart it has taken me this long to gather myself together after the sheer trauma of the event. By that I mean the dreaded doggy Halloween party. Well I got the invite natch – but does it mean I have to go? According to Mum it does and not only did I have to go I had to dress up!!! Me, who hates wearing coats, sweaters, anoraks – whatever. If it goes on my fur I’m gonna hate it. This is especially true of Halloween costumes.
Sometimes I swear my Mum understands every word I say and there are other times when I am just as sure she ignores me. What part of a wee frowny, furry, red face says ‘hey Mum let’s dress me up as a snowman?’ None right? Of course right. But my Mum has a mind of her own sometimes so I was squeezed (most unflatteringly) into a ridiculous snowman outfit and patrolled out to the party.
Pity the Diva was indisposed coz it was right up her street whereas I just stood growling in a corner along with Dracula the Chihuahua and a Pirate Pit-bull whilst two Poodle Witches and a Fairy Labrador struck some seriously unattractive canine poses.
Parents will be parents though and there is nothing I can do about my Mum. Now its winter she has a whole range of coats which I have to be swaddled in before I can go over the door. If you see a small red waddling dachshund with a wee frowny face coming towards you in the street, please don’t laugh however much you want to – it will probably be me.
Until next week. Love & leggies. Nutty x