At some point prior to paranoid fear that my house might burn down, I decided to torture the dogs by dressing them up.
Someone left all these cardboard crown, flower, etc. cutouts in the "free zone" in our kitchen at work. Of course, the minute I saw them my mind immediately turned to how I could make my dogs hate me more. I present my own versions of a "flower child".
See that look in their eyes in the pictures? That look says "There are two of us, Mommy, and only one of you. And we have bigger teeth. Don't push it, Mommy."
