Super Friends, don't bother coming over to rescue us. It's too late. Our mom took complete leave of her senses last night and dressed us all up. She was laughing like someone's Aunt Gladys locked in the attic. She sneaked up on the cats, and she bribed Sydney and me with peanut butter. We are weak, I will admit it. If dad had been home, he might have been able to tie her up and shove her into a closet until this madness passed, but he was gone, and doesn't have any clue about the humiliation we underwent. This morning she made the situation worse by entering our pictures in the Halloween contest. She even entered her own picture, but her head appears to be cut off, HA HA on her! She doesn't even want us to win, she just wanted to humiliate us in front of our IndyPaws friends. Don't think we didn't have words about that! Please don't vote for any of us, as there are actual animals in the running who appear to be enjoying their costumed selves, and deserve to win. We are the laughingstock of all who know us, even Denny Crane, festooned in my detested ladybug thingy. He's putting up a good front, but I imagine he's hitting the Scotch pretty hard about now. Deuce, I can understand if you no longer want to be associated with a Jingle Dog, whatever in the hell that is. Jingle this, mom.
Rebel on Oct 31 at 02:28 PM