Howie and I may have finally crossed the line when it comes to Monica. No, it wasn’t when I fabric-painted her name on her crate, or when we started having 30 minute conversations about how cute her little white bum is; it was when we bought her a reindeer suit.
But it didn’t stop there.
Not only did we buy her a reindeer suit, we then proceeded to have her picture taken with Santa. And don’t think we didn’t beam with pride when all the other dog owners ooo’d and ahhhh’d over how cute that little reindeer dog was, because we ate it up.
We tried justifying this nonsense with the fact that the Santa photos went to benefit the humane society. But the truth is, we were already in line before we found that out.
The worst part is Monica hates her reindeer suit. When we put it on her she freezes in position, doesn’t move, doesn’t look up. It’s as if the reindeer suit drains her soul. So we reserved the suit-wearing only when guests come over, and of course, only during Christmas time.
Are we insane?