Last year for Halloween, I took all of Lauren's stuffed dogs and sewed their mouths to parts of my shirt and pants (with fake bleeding cuts on my arms and face) and went as an attack dog trainer. This year, I need to adopt or at least rent a dog so I can dress it like this for Halloween.
Holy Kibbles & Bits
Or this...
Crikey!
One for Amy
Arrrrrrrrruff
The next Olympic sport


One Reply to Halloween Is For The Dogs

Amy Austin | October 3, 2008
I came awfully close to getting a chicken costume for Devil... luckily for her, it didn't come in her size.


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