Happy Howl-O-Ween

Last night Shawn and I took Walter to a Howl-O-Ween party at the place where he goes to doggie daycare/boarding. Several costumes were attempted: Devil, cowboy, Bears Fan, however they all either fell off of him immediately or he looked so sad wearing them that I couldn’t keep it on. He ended up wearing the neckerchief from Shawn’s old boy scout uniform. Above are the attempts at the devil horns. Please notice the look of disgust and resignation. I love how he can make me feel childish and beneath him, when HE is the one who scared of the vacuum and will eat goose poop if given the chance.

Lest you think that we are narcissistic dog owners, the proceeds from the party went to the local guide dog training place. The dogs also had a blast playing with each other, eating doggie cookies shaped like ghosts, and bobbing for hot dogs.

Told Roz about it on the phone and I think she summed it up in one sentence: “You really need to just have a kid.”

I think I’ll end with that. I am now going to get high on fructose. Happy Halloween.

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