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.