The humiliation was so great that I tried to hide behind Mom's legs, behind Melissa's legs, under the coffee table, and even attempted to jump in a stranger's car. I pleaded with them to take me away from this place where I was forced to wear ridiculous outfits, but they just acted like my Mom and said how "cute" I looked. What is wrong with these people?
Then, to top everything else, Mom made me pose for a picture. The last thing I wanted to do was have a picture taken of me in this getup! She had to push me to keep me on the porch. All I wanted to do was hide behind her so no one could see me! She wouldn't let me go inside with Moose who, incidentally, did NOT have a silly outfit on.
When Mom finally let me out of this bumble bee getup, I felt liberated! Life became much brighter and tolerable.
I heard her say something about me not having to wear it again until next year. And Dad mentioned something about an elf costume? HORRORS! Don't be surprised if I put myself up for adoption.
