I love Halloween, therefore my dogs love Halloween. Each year, Cash stands dutifully on-guard alongside me at the door to greet the eager trick-or-treaters while Chance and Roxy remain uninterested in their beds. Either that, or they’re too embarrassed to face the judgemental stares of the zombie brides and fancy vampires who pity them for their humiliating garb. You know what I say to that? Tough beans. I get to dress them up one day a year, so I’m going to make it count.

Roxy’s a viking warrior, pilaging doggie-villages for treats and tennis balls.

Cash is a trendy hipster/my evil sidekick.