Aroooooooo!!

Happy Howl-o-ween!   Chloe and I  were very excited yesterday.  I know, dogs don't normally go trick or treating.  But,  we thought that since we just had our teeth cleaned, Aunt Pat or Daddy might take us out.  The people at the Rehab Vet said how nice and clean my teeth looked, so naturally I thought the rest of the neighborhood would want to see...and give us treats.  Guess not.  We'll be spending the evening upstairs with Aunt Pat while Daddy hands out the candy to the kids. 

I don't know why, we can't go out.  Every time Aunt Pat gets us harnessed up for our walks, she calls us the "Furry Horde of Doom", and says it's time to strike terror in the hearts of the neighbors.  This is the perfect night for striking terror in the heart of our neighbors, isn't it?  Okay, we're not mean, and we don't really strike terror in anybody when we see them on our walks, but it would be nice to sniff out some extra noms and maybe a few head or tummy rubs.   It's not like the only thing we do is get treats, we give them too.  Chloe and I find treats for Daddy and Aunt Pat on our walks...along with the occasional treat for us if the humans don't see it before we get it in our mouth.  Granted, the treats we find for the humans aren't the same as we like.   We'll drag, err, lead Aunt Pat over to a returnable bottle somebody left by the road or on a  lawn,  she considers it a treat.  We've never play a trick though.  The humans would inevitably pick it up. 

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