Howl-o-ween Party

Just when you think you’ve seen it all, you find out you ain’t seen nuthin’
yet. 

The other night we went to a Halloween party.  Now I’ve been to Halloween parties before and have seen some pretty weird sights, but this one was strange in a different way.  It was a Halloween party for dogs. 

Yes, you read it right – dogs!

We have a new pet store in town over in the new shopping plaza.  It’s a cool place as they have gourmet dog food that helps our older dog with her digestive problems, and cat litter that attracts cats who have an aversion to the litter box – all kinds of good stuff. 

But that’s another story.

I’ve seen the pet clothes and pet costumes there and wondered who in the word, except maybe Paris Hilton, would put a dress or a costume on a dog.  Well, at the party the other night, I found out.  There are a bunch of people that do. 

It seems that parties for dogs have been around a long time.  I’ve just never been to one before.  I really need to get out more.

There were all kinds of dogs and all kinds of costumes.  There were princess dogs, bumble bee dogs, dog witches, and devil dogs.  There were pirate dogs, clown dogs and even, my favorite, a hot dog.

The dogs waited in line to get pictures taken (of course).  Then they received their trick or treat bags, a much bigger hit with the dogs than the costumes.  After the picture taking, there was a judging contest for the best dog costume.  I felt really bad because our dog did not have a costume.

Wait!  Am I nuts?  I feel embarrassed because the dog does NOT have a costume? 

At least she had Halloween bows in her hair, complements of the dog groomer.  Actually the dog is more pampered that I am.  Where are our priorities anyhow? 

Pets are big business.  People spend a fortune on pet products, an estimated 43 billion this year.  I saw row after shinny row of food, all flavors for pets of all varieties.  And that’s not to mention every pet accessory and toy the creative mind can imagine from beds, to leashes, to shampoo, to purse carriers. 

Did I mention that there was a snake at the party?  And I’m not speaking metaphorically here.  It was a real snake, a real big snake, and the stupid thing even had a costume on.  As if dog parties are not bad enough.  I suppose he came because he didn’t get invited to a Halloween snake dance.

Anyhow, I guess the dog had a good time.  The treats were her favorite part, of course.  When we got home, she ate them all up and then proceeded to try to pull the bows out of her hair and eat them too.  I’m afraid she just isn’t going to make it as a party person dog.

There’s another dog party for Christmas.  Don’t know if Santa Dog will be there or not and I’m not really sure if I want to know.  The dog is probably making out her wish list already.  With all the dog toys she saw, it will probably be difficult for her to decide what she wants in her Christmas stocking. 

New hair bows and a gift card might do it. 

Copyright 2008 Sheila Moss