When Mom Picks Your Halloween Costume

Well as you can see Mom decided not to return the ridiculous Halloween costume she thought would be perfect for me.  Mom, yes I am a renowned Dog Ufologist.  Yes, I was very disappointed I didn’t win the lottery so I couldn’t buy my very own rocket ship to explore Mars.  And yes, it is a little known fact that the first animal launched into space was a dog.  However most importantly yes, I made it quite clear I wanted to pick out my own Halloween costume this year!  I’m six years old!

While I appreciate your intentions were in the right place when choosing this rocket ship costume for me, I’m not a silly puppy anymore!  So if you’ll please excuse me, I’m going to hide under your desk and wait for this foolish holiday to be over.  But in case you change your mind for the Halloween parade tonight, let me remind you of my post If You Let Me Choose My Costume.

Asa’s Reaction:  Score!  Since I get all of Chuck Billy’s hand-me-down costumes, I can’t wait until he lets me wear this one.  Just think with those rockets strapped to me how much faster I’ll be at fetch!  Best costume ever!

When your Mom picks out your Halloween costume “because you like space ships and stuff.”

Rocket dog?  Seriously? First world dog problems, the struggle is real…

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Chuck Billy is a Golden Retriever, living in Southern Maine, who likes to share his unique observations on life with his little brother Asa. When not writing his blog, he spends his days being awesome.

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