I had my first Halloween in a furever home this year. Last year, I was training. This year, I got to see the trick-or-treaters. And there weren’t many. Mother Nature played her Trick and all our nice Fall weather went away, the cold came, and the fluffy white stuff fell from the sky. By the next day the weather was beautiful again, and Mom said they should have called a “Mulligan” and let the kids do it over. She doesn’t know what to do with all the candy.
Mom and Dad said I behaved very nicely. Jamie had his special friend over, and for the early part of the evening, I sat in the crate (and cried) just to get used to everything. Soon enough, they let me out and I minded my manners well.
The few times the doorbell rang, I barked an alarm, then “sat” and “stayed” on command. Then I asked for a treat since I was being good and guarding the house.
Two Halloween incidents that stand out in my mind are: 1) when I was in the crate, our first trick-or-treater came around with one of the neighbor dogs. This dog took a sniff of MY Mom and shot into the house. Mom grabbed the dog in a bear hug and said, “No! No! Maggie’s in the crate and she’ll have a fit if you are here!” and she gently pushed the dog back outside. I cannot BELIEVE that when I was incarcerated, someone tried to get on my turf. I tell you, one cannot slack off for a second around here. Woof!
2), Mom had this annoying light (she called it a “strobe light”) in the kitchen and was taking it outside. I didn’t like it and started backing up when I saw it. But then it let out a werewolf howl, and I tucked my tail in and ran like heck for my spot upstairs. I guess I’m kind of a fraidy cat sometimes. Mom realized it was upsetting me and switched it off. Then she put it in front of the door with the motion sensor on, so the trick-or-treaters could enjoy it.
I guess the howliday was OK. Jamie was bitterly disappointed when the Dalek costume fell to pieces bringing it upstairs. Luckily, Mom had bought a “Blues Brothers” suit for him just in case that happened. So Jamie dressed like Joliet Jake and later put the tie on me and called me, “Elwood”:
My sweet home, Chicago!
Woof! Love, Maggie