Hall-Aire-Ween

No costume for this Dale - I'll leave that to other doggies who don't have their mama's as well trained as I have mine. We did see some cute costumes out there today, but didn't manage to catch any decent photos of them (uh... gotta work on your covert photography skills mama).

But we did see this:

And this:

It's almost like part of the Pumpkin Village People (although it would be harder to do the arm movements for P-U-M-P-K-I-N than it is for Y-M-C-A).

Time to enjoy a Halloween snackie. Mama somehow visited Just Dogs Gourmet this week without me (grrrr) but hey, I still get a black cat cookie out of it so I will forgive her. This time.

As covered in previous cookie-eating posts, ALWAYS BITE THE HEAD OFF FIRST

You can try for the tail first, but it never works. Concentrate on the kitty command module.

See? All is right in the world.

Hope you all are enjoying your Halloween - black cat cookies all around!

Love,

Bogart

Tis the Season

Mama is home sick today - yet I do not feel sick. In fact, the rainy weather is kind of energizing this fuzzy bunny.

Do you see it? Schell Street has been made in HELL Street. Oh you humans are just too funny when you're bored and have time on your hands (and crampons on your feet)...

BUT WAIT! WHAT IS THIS???

Hell indeed, my friends. Bwa ha ha ha ha ha...

Actually this guy just smells like hell. He's been out in the rain all day - yep, smells like all-day funk. And he ate an entire bag of chips and callously threw the bag on the ground at his feet before falling asleep in the rain. Give this man some crampons!

Ok, one nice pose. Mama DOES love Halloween which is coming, but this display is a little bit too early for our taste (and will be soggy very soon).

Love,

Bogart