Here I am, minding my own business. When the “skunk” rears its ugly head. See, I tawdled over to the Scottish Terrier News to read the events of the day, when what makes headlines? A SKUNK Halloween costume. (But I can’t blame a publication for trying to keep people in the know…)
The indignity of it all. It’s not enough I have to endure being called a skunk just about every other time I meet new people, now somebody’s gone and made a COSTUME for a black Scottie to turn into a skunk one night a year.
At least it’s only one night.
Then the really ignorant of the species spy my glorious white chest and belly and think THAT’S what a skunk looks like.
Honestly, if I’m called a skunk one more time, I think I’ll just hurl. Yeah, that’s what I’ll do. Hurl. Green beans and all. That’d be pretty.
Listen, if you’re tempted to dress up your Scottie like a skunk for Halloween, just don’t come knocking on my door.
What You Learned Today:
- I’m very offended when people call me a skunk just because I have white markings.
- My peeps get very offended when people call me a skunk.
- Now somebody’s gone and made a skunk costume for black dogs on Halloween.
- I implore you: GIVE IT UP.
- In my name, just boycott this stuff would you please?
- Somebody outta make a tuxedo costume for Halloween and model it after moi.
- By the way, in Scotland, where I’m from, All Hallow’s Eve marks the beginning of Celtic New Year.
- Now that’s cause for celebration.
- Without a skunk costume.