Could it be the unbearable cuteness?
the silly ridiculousness of it?
the anthropomorphism (of which I am often guilty) that we humans engage in to bond us closer to our little companions?
some unconscious Freudian thingy caused by potty-training-gone-bad?
Who knows and who cares - I am a sucker for this kind of thing and if my pet children wouldn't shred my arms off (the kitties) or fall onto the floor in embarrassment and despair (the pups),
I'd be an animal dresser of the worst kind! Oh the costumes they would wear! Oh the pictures we would take!
"Bring it on, costume girl!"So instead, I satisfy this secret longing by stalking the 'net for pictures which I then collect as clipart, because you never know when you're going to need a good laugh and warm fuzzy feelings and something to put on your blog when you can't think of anything else to post.
Also, as a simple google search for "animals in costumes" (or similar searches) will prove, I am not the only nutjob who enjoys this questionable pasttime. Just don't report me to the PETA police. Please.
And because I am an advocate of equal opportunity, please check back next *True Confessions* Wednesday for my gallery of "Dorks in Animal Costumes".
1 comment:
Criquette,
This is someone you know verrry well. Perhaps lived with. I think it is humiliating for the animals to dress that way! Every animal I had, they didn't want it on and would runaway and scratch it off. why torture them?
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