The Costume Dilemma

We have ALWAYS dressed our dogs for Halloween. If I (still) wasn't having computer problems, I would scan each and every picture for you. But for now, you will just have to take my word for it.
Here are a few pictures of previous Halloweens' in our house.

This is Moose, our Rottweiler/Shepard mix, dressed a "Super Dog", Halloween 2000. He passed away last November. He was only 6-years old when bone cancer took him from us. We miss him terribly.
Poor Mr. Moose would hide when he saw me coming with a costume for him.


Here is my sweet Molly as a "Killer Bee", Halloween 2002. She will wear ANYTHING if I just bribe her a piece of cheese.


This is both Moose and Molly as "Killer Bee's" Halloween 2002.


This is Moose and Molly as "Hot Dogs" last year, Halloween 2006.
Moose died just 2-weeks later.

Herein lies my dilemma.
I have not shopped for doggie costumes this year.
And Rocco deserves a doggie costume.
So is putting Rocco in Moose's old hot dog costume a terrible thing? Will seeing him in that costume make me too emotional? Or will it make me realize that even though Rocco has big shoes to fill, he's slowly getting there?
Because the day before Halloween, it's either the hot dog costume or nothing.
Unless we wrap him in his favorite material, toilet paper, and dress him as a mummy.
I meant that as a joke, but it could be do-able.....

Sleep Deprivation

My husband created a monster. Just in time for Halloween! (I crack myself up sometimes).
Seriously, this is our problem.
Rocco gets baby gated into the kitchen when we have to leave the house. And we all know the reason....ROCCO CANNOT BE TRUSTED.
Rocco also used to be baby-gated into the kitchen when we slept. But my husband, the old softie, let Rocco sleep with us one night.
And from that moment on our sleep dynamic changed forever.
Because the next night, when we tried to put him the kitchen, he cried and whined and whimpered until at 3am we could not stand it anymore and we let him back on the bed.
Big mistake, because I have not had a decent might of sleep since then.
Rocco wants to sleep ON me. Let me tell you that a 100-lb dog laying across your legs or your arm certainly cuts off one's circulation.
Or he nudges my hand. ALL NIGHT. As if petting him until the wee hours of the morning is my top priority.
Did I mention that he hogs the bed? He actually lays next to the wall, then stretches out his legs against the wall, pushing my husband onto my side, thus pushing me to, well, the remaining 8-inches of the bed.
So I'm not sleeping well.
Which is why I am updating this blog at 5am.
Good for you readers....bad for my sanity.

Sunday Night

Still not able to insert new pictures, but tonight I have an opportunity to use an old one.
This is what I saw all night as I tried to watch "Desperate Housewives" and "Brothers and Sisters".

If someone could fill me in on what I missed, I would appreciate it.

Life is good

I just got home. It's 12:45am, and Rocco is sound asleep on the bed with my husband. Rocco looks so peaceful and majestic. He truly is a breathtaking dog.
Well, when he's not awake and eating paper towels and socks and down comforters and crazy glue.....
But right now, at this very moment, watching him sleep is the sweet end to a crazy day.

Today's Adventure

We live in a brick bungalow that was built in 1929. We are lucky enough to have 10-ft ceilings throughout our house.
Today, I noticed there were dust bunnies on the ceiling.
Yep, on that 10-ft high ceiling.
I walked to the dollar store and bought a broom that seriously cost $1! Yipee.
So I was walking through the house with the broom over my head, swatting down the dust bunnies. I was moving along at a good pace, room to room, corner to corner.
That is until Rocco noticed what I was doing.
Did I mention that Rocco attacks the broom when I am sweeping the floor?
And apparently he attacks the broom when I am trying to sweep the ceiling as well.
I would sweep the broom across the ceiling, and Rocco was jumping on his hind legs like he had springs on his feet, growling and snarling the entire time.
At the broom.
Its a wonder I can get anything done around here.