I thought I'd give you a glimpse of our neighborhood on Halloween evening. I love it. We live in an old neighborhood, with big trees, and old houses. Some neighbors are in their late 80's and early 90's and have lived in the houses since they built them in the 40's. Those of us that pass out candy sit outside and visit with each other. Some decorate, or dress up, or both. And this guy....
dressed up his dog! SO FUNNY.
the next neighbor...
our neighborhood Mayor and his girlfriend, dressed up as Maxine!
The neighborhood Mayor position is self-appointed without pay.
Across the street.
My Shug sitting outside passing out candy. I know, I didn't decorate outside this year, but I did decorate inside. Just haven't been home enough this year.
One of our last Trick or Treaters! What do you think? Is she a good witch, or a bad witch?
And just as we settled inside with the fire going, crocheting, relaxing with the dogs on our lap, watching Caspar, two more trick or treaters! My Shug answered the door while I held the dogs back.
It was the little guy (he'll always be the 'little guy' to me) I used to watch. My Shug didn't even recognize him! How could he with his face covered like that!
So, I do have to tell you a story. Last year at this time we got Dixie. Read about it here. And last year this little kid came to our door trick or treating and said, "hey that looks like my dog, well the dog I used to have." That was all he said, he got his candy and left.
This year he came to the door and said, "Did you find that dog? I said my neighbor found him. He said, "Did you get him last year about this time?" I said yes. He said it was his dog, he patted him on the head and said his name was Ollie and he ran away. He didn't act like he cared nor did he ask for him back. When Dixie came to us he was scrawny skinny, no hair on his back side, bumps all over him from flea bites, and he had fleas so bad they were coming in and out his nose. I'd run away too. We put an ad in the paper, and on the radio. He had no collar, no tags, and no computer chip. No one called to get him.
Thoughts from a peri-menopausal woman...
I think his parents dumped him and told the kid he ran away. He ain't getting him back.