This is Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!
When no less an auspicious blog than the Huffington Post tackles the topic of pet Halloween costumes, you know you’re onto something. (Go look at the 3-headed weinerdog. It’s awesome.) No longer do we need to hide in the bowels of PetSmart at Halloween, surrounded by other fringe element pet people. Pet costumes have gone mainstream- humiliate your pet with pride!
Eh, who am I kidding. The average dog loves the attention. Cats are perhaps a tad more debatable, but I digress.
Before I had kids, I loved to dress my dogs up. Dog costumes are traditionally the province of the Yorkie crowd, generally speaking, so finding a costume big enough for a 90 pound Golden Retriever proved somewhat of a challenge. No worries, though, the delightful inhabitants of Etsy came through, and soon enough I found myself the proud owner of an XXXXXL ballerina costume for Mulan:

My husband and friends tolerated this with bemused indulgence, certain that once I had kids I would be over dressing up the surrogates. They were right.
Until now.
My kids are older now, and less compliant. They insist on choosing their own costumes. Store-bought ones. Licensed Disney character ones. Ones that don’t match each other. Bo-ring. Fortunately for me, and unfortunately for my unwitting victim, I have a 4 month old furball who has come into this world knowing nothing other than what he’s been taught, and that will be, if I wear some stupid get up once a year, I get lots of treats.
I’ve found, now that I have the time to really assess the situation, that I find the exact same amount of delight in bedecking the dog as I did before kids. It’s just as much fun as it always was, maybe even moreso now that I can truly relish the whole costume-selection-control issue. I can’t wait.
My daughter chose to be a mermaid. My son is a pirate. Yawn. OK kids. When you are older maybe you will appreciate your mom’s creative genius a little more and let me dress you up as a serum separator tube and an endoscope. I’m not holding my breath. So with an eye on Brody and the other on the clock, I have 12 days to figure out if I have time to come up with something appropriately whimsical enough for my pup. Wish me luck.




