Buddy hungover from a night of partying. He doesn't even remember how he got home.

Buddy (aka Buddy Sr. when we had foster dog Buddy Jr.), the dog we kind of share with my mom, loves to get dressed up. He's very much unlike the dog I grew up with. As a child, I was always trying to put clothes on my dog and she was always trying to get out of those clothes and get away from me when it was dress up time. Buddy, on the other hand, loves thinking he's beautiful and making you smile. If you tell him how beautiful or cute he looks, he can become a real ham. In this picture he was a little tired from being up half the night. I can't imagine what would have happened if I had this dog when I was growing up.