Little mama
Love hurts, the old song goes — the ego mostly. Dogs have always known this. For mysterious reasons their owners persist in signifying their devotion by forcing them into stupid hats, wrestling them into Halloween costumes or baby carriages, making them sit still for photos. They pretend they’re people, which dogs find humiliating. But being dogs, they also love love, and so they acquiesce, just for a moment.
My dog wore this exact expression last week, waiting with pained resignation in a chicken outfit in the front yard for my camera shutter to click. My toddler Tommy, in her trick-or-treat duck costume, had this same haircut, the same bangs, a little crooked. The same look of delight.
