Happy Halloween!

I bet you thought I'd say something silly, like Happy Howl-oween.  But, I didn't.  Or, I bet you thought I'd say something like "It was a dark and stormy night.  The wind howled."  Nope.  Not gonna do it.  Yes, it is Halloween, and we all hope you have a safe and happy one.  Please, don't give chocolate to your dog.  It's poison, and can cause some very nasty problems, even death.  We highly recommend Charlee Bears or Zukes Mini Naturals...in large quantities.  They're low in calories, and are very tasty.  Sometimes diet food can be pretty blech.  We won't be trick or treating.  We'll be upstairs sleeping, and barking at the doorbell, er, keeping Aunt Pat company.

 The past couple of days have been all business for us.  We weathered our "dark and stormy night" from Sandy just fine.  The power flickered a couple of times, but it stayed on.  It did go out a block away, and the last two mornings we've heard generators on our walks.  The storm was very loud.  Aunt Pat and Daddy had a hard time sleeping.  I was concerned about falling debris in the yard and insisted upon going out a couple of times to check on things.  Daddy put a leash, of all things, on me to make sure I didn't blow away.

 We didn't have any trees or shrubs uprooted, but there were a lot of leaves and sticks in the yard.  Freddy and I have been picking up the sticks.  Freddy likes to have Aunt Pat throw one before he picks it up, or have her chase him.

 Of course, I supervise and make sure he stays on task.  He'll lay down with the stick and bite it so Aunt Pat can put it in a trash bag or bundle it up with other sticks.

Sometimes I like to play a little too...only when I think nobody's watching.

What? Me? Scared?

 I'm not scared of a little wind and rain.  Hurricane Sandy can just bark her way back to Broadway and her pal Annie where she belongs.  Arf.  Just because I've been snuggling up to Aunt Pat more, and whimpering for attention, doesn't mean I'm scared.  I'm trying to divert Aunt Pat's mind from the storm.  I know she usually gets really bad migraines before something like this, and I want to keep her mind off of it.  

Plus, this is the first really bad storm that Freddy's experienced since he's come to live with us.  I'm snuggling up to him to be sure he's not afraid.  He may look calm, cool, and collected on the outside, but he could be a bundle of nerves on the inside.  He's been on and off of Aunt Pat's lap all weekend.  I'm just doing my part to keep the household running smoothly. 

 I've been under the weather the past few weeks.  Just having some tummy trouble.  I kept throwing up, and the humans couldn't figure out why.  They took me to the Vet, who thought it could be a food allergy, since Daddy and Aunt Pat changed my food to a wet formula.  I was having some trouble chewing the kibble I'd been eating.  I started vomiting shortly after the switch.  

Aunt Pat was kind enough to make some home cooking which I ate for a while, but then got a little tired of it.    So, Daddy and Aunt Pat switched me to a special veterinary formula.  Turns out, it wasn't the food, but I'd been secretly eating rabbit poop in the backyard.  My friend the bunny was back one night, and I wanted to help him or her avoid predators.  So, I figured I'd eat it's poop so the bad guys wouldn't get him...or her.  I can't get close enough to tell if it's a boy or a girl rabbit. I got tired of the vet formula, and Daddy and Aunt Pat switched me to a limited ingredient diet just in case I was allergic to something in the other food.  I threw up a couple of nights ago, but it wasn't anything major. It was probably something I ate...again.