A couple days after Halloween, I found this hot dog costume on clearance and knew I had to get it for Hachiko. I’m posting it publicly as my own therapeutic form of dog shaming.
You see, Sunday was my birthday, and in addition to spending it hanging out with my dog, I also went out to brunch, planning to return home to eat some strawberry-rhubarb pie I’d purchased the night before. Hachiko, though, had other ideas. I found the pie tins on the floor, and the pies completely gone. He’s never gotten on the counter like this before, but I suppose he’s like me in that he can never resist a good pie. Or several.
So, in retribution, I’m showing his belated Halloween costume to the world. The worst part of this, though, is that he doesn’t mind wearing it. Just look at him, sitting there in his Ikea chair. Smug son-of-a-bitch.