The dogs don't really 'get' Halloween.
"Whadda ya mean 'lame excuse for a costume' exactly?"
But hey, at least he wore them. That's more than I can say for SOME Pipers we know.
Personally, I think Mr. Woo, AKA your 9th grade French teacher, wore them quite well.
The only person in the house who was really in the spirit of Halloween was Donutz.
You can't really blame the dogs for not being down with Halloween though. The downside to living next to a graveyard is that the neighborhood celebrates Halloween hardcore, and the firecrackers have been obnoxious all week, and nonstop since 5pm this evening. Tweed and Woo lasted 20 minutes at the dog park and then were huddled at my feet shaking like leaves. refusing to play fetch any longer.
I get no fun Halloween Parties. I don't get to go outside and play with fireworks with the neighbors. I am stuck in the house babysitting two phobic dogs (and a Piper, who thinks Boys Are Dumb).
So we are enjoying a quiet evening in finding indoor stuff to do. I think I've located Tweed's highschool year book photo:
And Piper's head shot from her modeling days?
And Mr. Woo's ... oh screw it. Here's Mr. Woo in glasses again, cuz it's funny.
"Oh GAWD. That's atrocious!"
Okay, so clearly Donut wants to be in today's entry.
"Oh, you want to take my photo? No. Go away. I dismiss you."
"HAHAHA! You got pwned!!"
(picture not sideways - that's Woo laying on the couch)
"Pwned? What's pwned? Can I fetch it?"
"Is that a firecracker I hear?"
My "big brave" boys hiding out on the sofa
I should go join them.