Velma Burrows

Velma is a dog who know what she wants. To be warm. She will find the warmest place in the house, guaranteed. Often this involves finding the nearest heating vent, at other times it's crawling under all of our covers and squeezing herself in between Greg and me, and still other times it is clawing her way into my sweater. This photo is evidence that she knows the best spot in a 68 degree house. I know we're both looking forward to 2 weeks from now, when the heat-emitting machine of our dreams is installed in our very own cavernous, covered by a piece of ply wood fireplace. A gas burning fireplace will find its new home there, and Velma will find herself a new hobby.

Velma-ween

We have no children. But we do have a dog, and you better believe my mom knows how to treat her grandbabies. In the mail, this little surprise clown costume showed up. I think it looks a little like dog lingerie, personally. You can see how Velma felt about it in the third photo.

So we decided maybe the clown costume wouldn't work for the evening of the 31st. Velma has been freezing, shivering, sneezing in this cold weather. She burrows, crawls in bed with us, and sometimes tries to get into my sweaters. Needless to say the dog is small and needs some extra fur. So we decided it was time for a sweater. When perusing the doggie clothes at Ross, I spotted this red and white sweater. I loved it. We bought it, brought it home, and realized that it looks exactly like the Where's-Waldo stripes from my childhood. Thus, Velma became Waldo's girlfriend, Wilma, for Halloween. Complete with homemade wire nerd glasses.