The Party's Over

I had two sweet little cowboy hats that I liked to put on my dogs for dress up. Pink for the girl and a surprising emerald green for the boy. From time to time I chose a theme and dressed them accordingly, western-style being my favorite. I also had some exquisite pearl earrings that I would softly clip on to their ears when we were playing "fine dining".

Several months ago my husband came home early from work. He found the three of us in costume. I believe we were adorned festively in our bold fortune teller fare. He stood in the bedroom doorway wearing jeans and a look that is relatively hard to describe. Somewhere between "dear god, I made a big mistake" and "my wife is cheating on me". After several deep breaths he asked me never to play dress up with our dogs again. I countered that with all the money I had sunk into our matching wardrobes, it seemed a shame to end it all. He countered with, stop it.

And so I have. Nothing but some polaroids and the occasional stray red boa feather for memories. But what sweet memories they are.

Lucille Is Perfection

My dog, Miss Louisiana "Lucille" Sorge Moynihan, is 15 and absolute perfection. You honestly could not ask for more.

I found her wandering the streets 14 years ago, when I'd first moved to L.A. She was malnourished, filthy, and covered in cigarette burns, and the sweetest angel I'd ever laid eyes on. She recovered beautifully and has been by my side ever since. And I know you've heard this before, but she is truly the kindest and most popular dog in the world.

I keep telling myself that she's the exception to the rule and will live forever, but I understand I may be mistaken. That said, the world, and certainly my life, will never shine as bright.

The moral here is this - if you ever see a dog wandering around in search of a home, why not take a chance? You may just find yourself the best friend you've been looking for.