On Saturday morning Meredith came over with Major and she brought along matching Hawaiin shirts for the dogs to wear to the Washington Square Park Dachshund Meetup. (Maddy is always so bummed when I put her in any kind of costume.). "Dad, please take this off me."
...just pictures of Maddy sliding into the room in dog socks witha a concerned look. Hahah. Saddest holiday dog ever! She hate her holiday socks so hard!
On Tuesday afternoon, I went over to Leigh's to drop Maddy off. She'd agreed to pooch-sit while we were away for the holidays. Unfortunately for Maddy, holiday-stays with Leigh come along with elf costumes.
(PSSST! BUDDY! HELP ME. NO, STOP LAUGHING AND HELP ME! YOU KNOW THIS HAT WASN'T MY CHOICE, SHE DID THIS TO ME! I CAN'T GET IT OFF, PLEASE JUST HELP ME OUT, WILLYA?)
Oh, and Leigh just MIGHT'VE brought over all sorts of ridiculous outfits from when Edie was a puppy like this "fancy dress" that looks like a maid's uniform that poor Maddy was forced to run around in. Run away! Nooooo!
The wreath we'd taped to our door fell off and it was sitting in this chair. Piper discovered it there and turned the wreath into a feathery little dog nest!
Space dog won first prize at the parade. (Which was probably well-deserved because it can't be easy to train your dog to be cool walking around with a big plastic bowl around on his head).
As it got closer to Edie's time to walk in the parade, we went over to the pen to watch some of the other dogs walk. I like how the owner here decided to wear her hair up...you know, just to make it easier to tell them apart.
This guy had a dog dressed up like Elvis. Just in case the dog was already TOTALLY humiliated enough, the guy insisted on dragging him around a little stage built on a wagon...
On the walk over towards the Thompkins Park, I went through a Dominican neighborhood on the Lower East Side and ran into the cutest, oldest, shiveriest little beagle mutt wearing a strapped-on sombrero. (I think she might even top the two dogs that I ran into that were wearing sunglasses ).
...two dogs wearing sunglasses. When I saw them I started hysterically laughing and petting them and their owner got all huffy. "It's not funny!" She chided, "They have cataracts!" I was like "Lady, I'm not laughing at their cataracts...I'm laughing at THEIR SUNGLASSES!" Their ornery owner aside, these pooches made my day.
