In addition to the radio show last Saturday, there was also a big Mardi Gras-themed dog event going on downtown. I just caught the tail end of it. (snort)
This pair actually came in for the show, and one howled a little right as the singers were wrapping up. Caught up in the spirit, I guess.
There is something long-suffering about this poodle. I'm pretty sure it's thinking, "Dear God in Heaven, not the silly pink fairy outfit again. Who am I, Tinkerbell?"
Now that's traveling in style. When I'm old, I want someone to decorate a wheelchair in purple and green, give me some flashy jewelry to wear and take me on a stroll. I'm going to be working on my expression of regal disdain so I'll be ready when the time comes.