Happy Halloween!

Remember that big snow we had?

It's mostly gone

and Halloween Day was a GREAT day!

Shirt sleeve weather

out on the deck.

(See the reflection in the window?
Blue skies and no snow on the hogback hill.)

I lounged in my preppy suit.

wondering what it'd be like to have a date for a Halloween party

Fergi (a LADYbug for the day) stayed inside

and laughed at that idea.

She gloated that Butchy had invited her

(well, she did admit he invited us)

to join him with Snickers

and some other friends for the evening.

But she started worrying about how she looked

and kept asking if her costume was flattering

or if the wings made her look like a flighty red and black gnat.

We finally had a heart to heart talk outside

and

I suggested she try to lighten up and stop worrying

(Big little brothers are good for these kind of talks.)

She confided that she had another specific concern

She told me it was a little embarrassing.

And sort of hard to talk about

Even with me.

(Now I was getting a little worried

and apparently

I got "a little wrinkle going in the middle of my forehead"

(as per my pals Scruffy and Stan)

But Fergi finally spit it out and admitted

Her LADYbug dress didn't have a hole

where she could pee or poo

if she drank or ate too much at Butchy's house.

And she couldn't get it off by herself.

And she felt too shy to ask for help.

She almost decided to not go.

And she looked at Moma hoping for an answer or suggestion.

In the meantime

(HAHAHA Fergi!)

The beautiful Lacie

(she does NOT have a big butt)

kindly agreed to be my Halloween date

costumed as high school sweethearts.

Awwww.

Me?

Really?

No kidding?

My Halloween just got even better.

In the meantime

inside

Moma had made pumpkin treats for some of our doggie friends

And as it got dark

I took my place at the front door.

Waiting.

(Was I supposed to go get Lacie?

Or was she coming here?

I forgot to ask.)

Anyhow.

I was the official greeter

and decided whether or not the trick-or-treaters should get

one treat or a whole handful

(I was typically generous

Because I got lots of pats and squeals

from goblins and ghosts

and

candy corns and witches)

THEN

My bestest neighbor  Nessie came to the door

(She's the six month old Scottie that lives next door.)

She picked out a cookie

And her moma helped her nibble on it

What she really wanted to do

was lick off the icing.

Uh oh!

Gotta stop writing.

The doorbell just rang!

Is it Lacie?

Butchy in his plane?

More trick or treaters?

Gotta run!

Happy Halloween!!

Everyone!