Yes, ladies, I'm a completely authentic Scot. Nothing under my kilt but my furs!
Thanks to everyone for voting for my costume. The Scotsman won paws down! I had a lot of folks fussing over me, but I learned that the hat (it's called a "tam") is essential for the costume. When I wasn't wearing it, people kept asking if I was supposed to be a Catholic schoolgirl!! Momma said "it's a kilt, not a skirt" about a million times. But as soon as the tam went back on, everyone knew I was Scottish again. Go figure. But I won THIRD PLACE in the costume contest (I totally should've won), so that was fun!
Even better was getting to meet other dogs. I met lots of new furiends!
"Hi deres! Will you be my furiends?"
Let's play, okay?
But the best part of the whole day?? Look who I met at the LBR table!
"Hi dere, Casey! Want to join my snack?"
"I'm a gentleman pirate!"
That's right, Miss Aspen and BABY AUSTIN!! I finally gots to meet Baby Austin in da furs at last!
"This is so much better than Momma passing on smell mail, right Baby Austin?"
"How do you stand that flashy beast following you everywhere, Casey?"
What a fun day! I'm so glad Momma and I were able to go. After we got back, both of us curled up on the couch for a long nap. I think that might've been my favorite part of all.