Veronica and i made an excursion to PetCo last night to restock on dog food. While there, we wandered past the seasonal display, currently stocked with an assortment of dog Halloween costumes. We could barely stop giggling long enough to find Tara's size and take it home. Tara was none too excited to play dress-up, and Pepe seemed a bit peeved that he wasn't receiving any attention (i doubt he'd have sit still long enough to get him into the corresponding Frankenstein outfit).
While we're going through recent pet photos, i caught this close-up of a tooth-baring Tara a few days back. I discovered that if you pull back her upper lip to reveal her teeth, it will stay in that position until she licks herself or otherwise makes a drastic mouth movement. When V first saw Tara wandering around like this, she asked me what was wrong with her. I almost busted out laughing ... crazy Fire Marshall Bill-looking Tara (think way back to In Living Color). She's missing one of her bottom teeth, a deformity that has led me to call her "witch teeth" in the past (although Veronica chastises me for being too cruel). Silly dog.
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