Recently, the question was raised as to whether or not Ted would don a costume for Halloween and, as much as I would have liked to wrestle him into some sort of get-up, JG was never a fan. He is against animals in clothing in general (”They already have fur!”) and he doesn’t see the charm of costumes, so a dog in a costume is a definite no-go in his book. Plus, the outfits are not cheap and what is the point besides taking a picture?
To which I cry, “That is the point! We want to take a picture!” Behold, the raving lunatic.
Along the same lines, I have been begging JG to conjure up some costume party so that we can dress up as Surf and Turf — I would be a cute little cow and he would be a lanky lobster! No love. He doesn’t want to be a lobster and questions why I would want to be a cow, as the term can be somewhat derogatory toward girls. “No, no,” I explain. “I would be cute. I would get a cowprint skirt or an apron and wear heels. No udders for this girl.” My dazzling rhetoric falls short with him, so this year, I started campaigning for Ted to be the lobster. They have a lobster costume for dogs and JG would be off the hook. It’s a win-win!
JG shakes his head. “Ted won’t like wearing a costume. He can barely stand his collar.”
“What if I make periodic symbols for radium and tellurium? Get it? The symbols are Ra and Te! I can tie his square around his back and wear mine around my neck and maybe we can get a picture…”
JG suggests I look up pictures of actual dogs, not model dogs, dressed up for Halloween and look at their expressions, ignoring how cute I might think the actual costume might be. I do a quick search on Flickr and he’s right. There are indeed a fair number of Westies who don’t appear to be thrilled about their costumes. If I was going to spend money and wrangle Ted into a lobster costume only to take a picture with sad, pleading, get-me-out-of-this-thing eyes, it would be an exercise in futility.
Fine. No costume for Ted.
But there’s no stopping me from wearing my tiara.
Tune in to Roosday-Tuesday and Wednesday-Bensday for the other two-thirds of the doggie cuteness trifecta!
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Sidenote: My loser status is firmly in place as I did not finish even one book in October. Argh. To boot, I am only a third of the way through Angela’s Ashes and I have already cried. Also, Thanksgiving is in three weeks. What in the world?
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To me, Ted looks totally jealous that he’s not in costume.
I get what you’re seeing, but the process of getting him into a costume would have made us all miserable, I think.
Awww, I would kinda love to see Ted in the lobster costume. I am not a big fan of spending money on dog costumes, but if you already have it on hand, then I see no reason not to put it on the dog for 2 minutes. Sometimes the cutest dog pictures are the pitiful ones — I mean, have you SEEN wet Ben pictures? They’re hilarious!
Ted is looking awfully thrilled (and adorable!) to be photographed with royalty, at least.
I know, I would have LOVED the lobster! Unfortunately, I don’t think I could have handled the costume and the camera and JG sure wasn’t going to help.
Bummer. I totally wanted to see Ted in a costume…but he still looks cute anyway!
I know, I know. It’s a good thing the cuteness prevails.
I would love to see Ted in costume. Frick and Frack wear bandanas. Right now they are wearing Florida Gator bandanas for football season, but when Christmas gets here, they’ll have Christmas ones. My mom and I made ourselves cry with laughter over the costumes in PetSmart. It would have been worth the money to buy the costume to get just one of our pets in the costume long enough to get a picture.
I tried to bargain for a bandanna, but it didn’t go over well. I would love to try and get Ted into Grinch-like antlers for Christmas, or even better, a cute sweater for our Christmas card, but I have a feeling that I won’t want to pay for either of those things.
I love your tiara - and look how big Ted is getting when he’s in your arms!
He is getting big! It’s kind of freaking me out, but JG prohibits me from telling Ted not to grow anymore.
Joel is totally against pets in costume and it kills me. I found a Santa suit at petco that would be SO perfect for Max — he already has a belly like a bowl full of jelly! — but Joel said no way.
I’m going to go back and get it anyway. I know that Max will hate it, and that’s part of the fun. If I get one good picture of him in his Santa suit, giving the camera a “get me out of here” look, I’ll consider it money well spent. And I might put it on Christmas cards and send it to everyone I know.
Oh, please do that and know that I am cheering you on so that I can live vicariously through your costumed cat.
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