Happy Halloween!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
There's a reason I was not dressed up for the Halloween party. This is how I show my opposition to being clothed. I collapse and don't move. Nor do I show my face to the camera. I am expressing in every way I can that I do not tolerate this form of entertainment at my expense.

Are you done yet?

A Halloween party just for dogs...ha!

This is Katrina, the spectacle of the party. She also looks like a pumpkin no? Apparently her tongue just hangs out a lot of the time. I think she was old as her equally eccentric human companion held her the entire time. This human was dressed in a monochromatic clothes theme with Katrina's hair. See below please.

Above Katrina is being caricatured by an artist. I was caricatured as well. I thought the caricature was okay. I understand it was not for me but for the humans in my pack. It only took a few minutes. Here I am below tolerating the experience of being a piece of art.

Here's Clinton (left) sitting for his caricature. He is a rescue from Hurricane Katrina, not the one pictured above, but the thought naturally crosses one's mind. He was very calm for a young dog.

Here's Moosh, a French Bulldog with bat wings. I am at the bottom left corner getting into sniffing position. Skippy on top, also a mini schnauzer, is sniffing Moosh's butt first.

Above is a black Pomeranian named Titou, only 4 months old and being held by his human companion, looking like a proud parent. Titout and Moosh were friends and were in the same bat wing costumes.

On the right is Oscar the Boston Terrier with one blue eye which photographs red-eye. The most spastic of the party guests. The jester collar was appropriate. Obviously he charmed the pants off the humans being a spazz. To your left are some of the other cuties at the party.

To the left is Rocky as Superman. That sounds like an idea. Rocky and Superman fight it out.

The skunk is a Brussels Griffon, perhaps the dog with the most psychotic face, but in the cutest possible way of course. His name is Regis Philbin. Poor little beast. Even I know his namesake is an extremely annoying personality by most standards.

On the right is your standard dressed up Yorkshire Terrier. Given that so many Yorkies are dressed up on regular days by the typical Yorkie human companion, I was unimpressed by seeing a Yorkie all dolled up. I am still sniffing her as you can see my nose on the bottom right. She was pretty.

On the left here you can see what kind of shop this is where the party was being held. I have never seen such a thing as "liver biscotti"!

On the right is part of the window display. Something Yorkie would be forced to sit under no doubt.

No photos were taken of me during my reading with a pet psychic, rather she called herself an "animal communicator". The shop hosting the party touted a "pet psychic", who doesn't want to know what their dog is thinking? We're so mysterious people even create these professions to fulfill their need to understand us better. Anyway, it was too boring to photograph. It was 15 excruciating minutes of boredom. I was hoping to hear something interesting at least but we were all deeply disappointed. I couldn't tell if the psychic was for real or not. I guess I will never know, it's like faith. Maybe I just couldn't perceive her reading my mind. I certainly didn't understand a thing she was saying in her head to me.

Romp in the Park

The other day I was able to enjoy an illicit pleasure. It’s not just every day that this opportunity presents itself and my human companion is willing to take the risk. She has been reprimanded for partaking of this pleasure in the past.

And it is not the pleasure of this lovely skyline….


Or the contemplation and nostalgia of our world just a few years ago when we see the scarred skyline of downtown Manhattan…


...or our afternoon walk, when I do this about 20 times to exercise my scent over a territory…

...but as we turned a corner I saw something I don’t often see. There in broad daylight were dogs running free on the grass!

I stopped and stared, hoping I could sniff, run, play and chew grass and dirt so I could vomit it later on the rug at home. Luckily, we dared to defy the no-dogs-on-grass rule and for a little while I was able to stretch my legs and sprint in circles with the other dogs.
We sniffed.

After running around a bit we hung out. Satisfying day. And I didn't throw-up, nice for my human friend.

Sock Art

This the material I work with. My human companion leaves socks around all over the place and sometimes in a nice pile like this one. When I see piles like this I am sometimes inspired to create "sock art" as my companions call it. Some day I will capture an image of my artwork but it is hard as I scatter the socks over a wide area and it is hard to understand the work without having a full picture.

Grooming

Here I am lying on my back on my bed after my belly and paw hair trimming. I don't like the electrical shaver because the sound is upsetting but I don't mind the small rounded scissors used to trim my belly and paws. I am relaxed here but am still relieved when it is over as I can continue with my nap. As a reward for my cooperation during this grooming process I am given an intense belly rub. Aaaahhhhh.

Halloween Pet Parade

These are the winners from the Halloween Pet Parade, the doctor and the nurse. Here they are in their wagon being shuttled through the parade, the award ceremony and now on their way home. You cannot see the trophy behind them but it was bigger than both the dogs combined. A symbol of the greatness of their accomplishment. They weren't particularly friendly and were not interested in sniffing me. They stayed up there on their wagon pedestal with their trophy. I personally don't like to wear costumes. I have made this clear in the past when my human companions have dressed me up as the devil and angel in Halloween costumes for dogs. My strategy to communicate guilt and thus ending the humiliation in being dressed up and treated as a toy, is to sit down or collapse on the spot once the outfit is placed on my body. I hate wearing clothing. I don't need it unless it is frightfully cold which means somewhere in the single digit temperatures, fahrenheit that is. Once I collapse, my human companions feel sorry for me and my time as toy is ended immediately thereafter.
Below are some more snapshots of pet humiliation, though some of them don't seem to mind the humiliation at all.

Here's the winner of best costume, the dog on the right of course. The sun was in her eyes, hence the evil-looking squint.

This is Mugsy, I think that's her name. She was called many things by her human companions since they were speaking to her in babytalk. Mugsy was prancing around in her leopard print tutu unconcerned that she was stepping on it most of the time. Again, if this were put on me, I'd collapse or try to get it off me.