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.