The 80's Icon Party--Buster's view.

Well, folks, despite my best efforts, I was forced, once again, to wear the dreaded hotdog costume. I thought that since Halloween was behind us, it would be hard for my parents to come up with a good reason to dress me in that thing, but apparently, they felt that a hotdog would fit in perfectly at an 80's icon party, so, with the help of my Aunt Kate (betrayed!!), I was adorned. And I heard someone say that next year maybe I could be a taco. We'll see about that.

My parents had a party last night--a ridiculous affair, during which they and all of their friends dressed up as 80's icons and proceeded to celebrate their childhood. In attendence were Strawberry Shortcake (my mom), Crockett from Miami Vice (my dad), She-Ra Princess of Power (My Aunt Kate...she was SEXY!), Richard Simmons (played very convincingly by Andy. You should have seen him high kick! From a dog's point of view, it was spectacular), Mary Lou Rettin and her coach Bela Whateverhisnameis, Slash, Prince, Pac-Man and Ms. Pac-Man, Daisy Duke, Magnum PI, and the next door neighbor, who came as herself. At first all the people acted kind of normal, despite the fact that they were all standing around looking completely ridiculous, but as they drank the sangria my Dad made, chaos ensued. Suddenly everyone was dancing...and I don't mean in a good way. They were hopping around, doing robot moves, and someone stirred the soup. They picked each other up and swung each other around. My mom kept showing her bloomers and my Dad did the splits in the middle of the dance floor and actually split his pants. Fortunately for all of us--especially those of us who see things at a lower level--he was wearing underwear that kept everything under control.

During the dance chaos, I took the opportunity to steal some food off of the dining room table and almost got away with it, except that I accidentally knocked the platter off the table...it's hard to steal food in a hotdog costume. I had better luck with the trashcan and today, when my parents were out, I went through all of the recycling and got beer and wine all over the dining room floor. That'll teach them to dress me like a hotdog again!

Anyway, the one good thing that comes out of wearing a hotdog suit, is that a lot of the people gave me treats because I looked so "cute." The cats didn't get any attention and my Aunt Kate took me for a stroll through the neighborhood while she was wearing her She-Ra costume (cape and all), so I didn't feel like I stood out that much. I mean, who would YOU think was a freak? A woman in a superhero costume the week after Halloween or a cute, innocent, harassed dog? I think that's a no brainer.