by Karen Frazier, Managing Editor
Paranormal Underground e-Magazine

God I wish I was a normal human being. It would be a lot less embarrassing. But I admit it. I have a very sad, sorry compulsion. It’s so frivolous. And yet, apparently it is part of who I am.

My dogs wear clothes. Little teeny, tiny dog clothes. And I’m sad to say that they don’t opt into these little doggy fashion statements themselves. I foist it on them. Two of them also ride around in a purse. Seriously.

I’m not sure where this came from. I think maybe it has to do with the fact that I have boys, and no girls. No living barbie dolls to dress and style to my heart’s content. So I have little dogs. With collars that have their names spelled out in bling. Yes. I know.

The girl wears dresses, barettes, and lots of pink. The boys have cable knit sweaters, leather jackets and hoodies. And don’t even ask about all of the cute little accessories.

I guess I’ll just attribute it to a playful spirit. Yeah – that’s it. I am deeply embarrassed. You have no idea.