Sleepy Sunday #31

Sunday, September 28, 2008

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Mom is working on my Howloweenie costume...
after last year...I'm afraid, I'm very afraid!

Comments

9 Responses to "Sleepy Sunday #31"

Peanut said... 9:07 AM

Oh man fly here for Howloweenie because we don't have to dress up.

Sunny,Scooter,Jamie said... 9:30 AM

Poor Ruby. You were a skein of yarn last year if we remember correctly. I do not think any of us are dressing up! You can come here too. We live pretty close to where Peanut is!
We were gone for 5 days and found out 5 days is quite a "spell" in blogland!
Hugs
Sunny&Scooter

BenTheRotti said... 9:41 AM

Don't let your Mom anywhere near mine!! I don't want her giving her any ideas!

I'm sure you will look adorable in any costume your Mom makes.. but can you imagine ME dressed up? Mum can't afford the therapy I would need!

Looking cute there Ruby!

Ben xxxxxxx

Aniemother said... 10:59 AM

Oh wow.. I sure hope she's making you something real nice this year!

Kisses,
Bajas

Asta said... 12:09 PM

Ruby

Sneeping is a gweat way wif dealing wif scaiwy stuff..Mommi is soo behind..Ipwobably won't even have a costoome
smoochie kisses
ASTA

Mack said... 3:32 PM

That pic is destined to be a classic Ruby shot!

I think you should be an angel from Heaven for Halloween - it surely suits you!

Woof ya,
Mack

Lorenza said... 6:00 PM

Hi, Ruby!
I can't wait to see your costume!
Happy Sleepy Sunday!
Kisses and hugs
Lorenza

Maggie and Mitch said... 1:54 AM

We can't wait to see what your mom comes up with! Luckily for us our mom doesn't make us dress up! Bandanas are good enough for her - thank doG!

Love ya lots,
Maggie and Mitch

Stanley said... 7:30 AM

Ruby Bug!

I'm not into dressing up, but you look cute no matter what your mama comes up with.

You should tell her you want to go as Sleeping Beauty (or Sleeping Boston in your case). That way she will have to carry you around in a little princess bed, and you won't have to do anything but soak up all the treats and lovin' people want to dole out.

Just a thought.

Goober love,
Stanley