Originally Marlo wanted to be a clown for Halloween. I have no idea where she got the idea for that costume, perhaps her nightmares? But when we couldn’t find a clown suit (that would require advanced preparation, and I left that church 15 years ago) she settled for dressing as her favorite animal. And she was fine with being referred to as a puppy up until about the fifth house when her legs got tired and fatigue settled in, and then she was all, Jesus Christ, MOTHER. I am a DOG, not a PUPPY. UGH.
Next year I am dressing her up as Brenda from the original 90210.
