Wroo, everypuppy and kitty! Dannan here.
The Girl is getting ready to go to the Festival for the Animals - Penelope's Ball, which is the local SPCA's Halloween fundraiser. She says that animals can't go, which I don't get. How can it be a festival for the animals if animals aren't even allowed? This is how this makes me feel:
You've seen pictures like this before. They really are different pictures; I am in despair quite often. (I've got that whole hound/spaniel sad face, and I really work it.)
The Girl is dressing up for the ball. She is going as a dust bunny; there will be pictures tomorrow.
Last year, she went as a Watch Dog. This is the only picture I could find:
The Girl is on the right. She's not fond of getting her picture taken. (Yet she subjects ME to it all the time. Are all humans so full of contradictions? Rhetorical question. I've noticed that most of my bloggy friends have humans who don't post their own pictures, but take zillions of pictures of my friends. That's okay, I'm here for them, anyway.)
Ahem, back to what I was saying. The Girl had this Rotti hat (it's hard to tell in this picture, and the flaps down over her human ears are not the ears on the dog, you just can't see them), and she put brown felt on her chest and an old collar of mine (and MY tags!) around her neck. Then, she wore every watch she owned on her arms, and pinned ten or twelve dollar store watches to her clothes. Get it? Watch dog. She is so painful when she's trying to be clever!
Now I know that anyone who knows our friend Ben will say that The Girl looks nothing like a Rotti, and that she is not a particularly sound example of the breed. Perhaps she will do better as a dust bunny. She has promised me that there will be pictures. I packed the camera in the bag with her costume, so she better keep her promise.
Gotta go finish supervising the makeup application. There will also be hairspray, and much sneezing!