tinsely & bruley

A Frenchie Halloween

One of things I miss most about New York is the Tompkins Square Park Dog Halloween Parade.  It’s not so much a parade as it is a gathering of the most creative people in the city with their 4 legged friends in tow.  It’s amazing. It’s ART. And it’s really fucking cute. Now that I’m in LA, I was feeling less than inspired about getting Bru dolled up.  But at the last minute, I woke up and decided to take Bruley to the West LA French Bulldog Halloween meet-up.  We got there a little late, so most of the Frenchies had shaken off their costumes by the time we arrived.  It was super hot for a Sunday morning.  Nevertheless, he had fun running around with the 49(!) Frenchies.  And after, we popped by my sister’s to show off his costume and see the (still unnamed) puppy. Enjoy the pics:

You can’t tell, but the brindle was dressed up as Batman:

So many Frenchies:

Frog Dogs everywhere:

Bruley and a friend:

SO SO SO hot for a Sunday morning in October by the beach:

This is Jazzlyn:

Bruley is his costume:

Side profile:

Trying to ROLL his costume off:

Totally over it.  He’s probably telling the pup: “Dude you’re so lucky you are gonna be big so your mom won’t dress you up.”

Pup’s response: “Yeah, I got nothing. I’m out.”

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Adventures at the Dog Park

1.  Bruley tripped and did a several barrel rolls while chasing his ball.  No dog was around him.  It wasn’t particularly difficult terrain.  Nope, my clumsy less coordinated dog just lost his footing, did a nose dive into the ground, and rolled over and over and over.  He popped up, shook off the dirt, and went for the ball.  After the dust settled, people looked at me like, “Did that really just happen?”  Yes, yes it did.

2. A pack of very large dogs was playing with a frisbee.  I’m talking a Great Dane, a German Shepherd, an obscenely large Labradoodle, etc.  Somehow, my 26 pound Frenchie got the frisbee away from them.  He carried it off, set it down, and peed on it.  Yup, just PEED onto the frisbee and walked away.  Everyone looked at me in horror. There were audible gasps.  As if I intentionally wanted to ruin everyone’s fun.  One owner even asked me if he thought it was a toilet.  She was serious.  I kindly replied, “No, I didn’t teach my dog that frisbees are toilets.  And actually, I didn’t teach my dog about toilets at all in fact.” 

Normally, we are the cool kids at the dog park.  Not today, folks.  Not today. 

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