Warning: Dogs in costumes

I am fully aware of the polarizing effect dressing dogs in costumes has on people.  Dog costumes are like the New York Yankees of expressing Halloween festiveness.  I wouldn’t have necessarily thought of myself as pro-costume at first, but it just sort of happened.  A few years ago my mom bought Corey a hot dog costume, which I considered a pretty good gag gift that would probably be worn for about .5 seconds. We put the thing on him, and surprisingly he did not thrash around crazily to free himself or spiral into a deep depression of pathetic-ness.  He pretty much just pranced around enjoying all the attention he was getting, and thus a tradition was born. 

Last Halloween we dressed the dogs up and then sat in our driveway with them on leashes to pass out candy (this method is much more preferable to sitting in the house and having the doorbell ring 50 times with three dogs barking and flipping out at each and every ring).  People definitely loved the dogs in their costumes more than we anticipated (I’m talking parents taking pictures of our dogs instead of their kids, and kids that are normally sprinting from house to house to accumulate candy stopping in our driveway for 5 minutes to pet the dogs and ask all of their names, etc.).  So this year we just had to dress them up again.  So brace yourselves Red Sox fans, here come the pics:

Corey in his classic hot dog costume

Pierce the (giant) pumpkin

And Graham the cow. Moo.

After we put their costumes on we realized we probably should have taken them for a walk to burn some energy before all the excitement, so we decided to just take them around the block in their costumes. Here they are walking:

There were some kids outside down the street, and when they saw us coming they ran inside and got treats for the dogs. So yes, our dogs literally went trick-or-treating this year. How spoiled are they? And not to be outdone, Allison had to dress up too. She was a reindeer:

So that was our Halloween. In other news, our baby girl is due three weeks from Friday (no big deal or anything). Speaking of Friday I am pretty excited for the first non-exhibition UNC basketball game, which will be played on an aircraft carrier off the coast of California (if “I’m on a boat” references were still novel I would insert one here).

Maybe I’ll actually write a pregnancy-related post soon, but for now suffice it to say everything is still going smoothly.