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Even incredibly highbrow costumes are no fun for the pets wearing them. And not even incredibly highbrow anything is worth clicking through 15 individual items (I got to #4). Sorry.
If I was a "dress my dogs up" person, boy pup would totally be Sherlock Holmes. I'm thinking Pippy Longstocking for girl pup. The pets are more than happy I just stick with hats.
Since my cat will actually wear costumes and clothes, I want to dress her up just for you guys, but haven't found anything good or had any time to make anything. Still, there is hope.
Whenever I hear "Scarlett O'Hara costume", I think of the Carol Burnett version. ≡ Click to see image ≡
...which, actually, isn't THAT different from what the pug was wearing.
Interesting that the commentary on that costume said "If the pooch in the picture below is any indication, the elaborate gown doesn’t appear to be an enjoyable option for pets." Since if anything, the pug in the Scarlett O'Hara dress seemed to be less bothered than most. (The basset in the Musketeer outfit seemed the happiest. And I once owned a basset, so I am attuned to the VERY subtle clues they give that they're happy.)
Oneswellfoop, I'd never seen that Carol Burnett sketch, at least to remember, so I hunted it up on YouTube. That shot of Burnett in the curtain dress, complete with curtain rod, might be one of the best TV sight gags ever. And I loved this exchange:
Rhett: What a beautiful dress.
Scarlett: Why thank you. I saw it in the window and I just had to have it.
Breakfast at Tiffany's is pretty clever. My dog would be Napoleon Boneyparts. He is small, but believes in his true largeness. He would happily face Wellington at Waterloo.
If you're an adult without children, can your cute pet collect candy on your behalf?
I want this to be true.
If your cat is anything like mine, he'll eat all the candy immediately and probably die from it.
No, I'm not at all in an exasperated mood because I spent a good part of the afternoon baking and having to constantly shove and wrestle Trilby away from the ingredients and implements and because he stole a cookie off the cooling rack — why do you ask?