So Halloween is over and the old woman Slow had us positioned for the onslaught of Trick or Treaters at Casa de Canterbury Wednesday night and sure enough, we had HORDES of the little and sometimes big munchkins droppin’ by for Candy Treats for their goodie bags. Spike was in his crate, and I was locked behind the baby gate so neither of us could really see the countless goblins who showed up. We did, however, hear them. We also heard Smokey Lonesome Ollie who was locked upstairs in the bedroom which is where he stays all the time anyway but he prefers that to be HIS choice, if you don’t mind and he will bark incessantly if it isn’t his choice.
Oh and where, you may ask, were Paw Licker Annie and Tennis Ball Obsessed Chelsea? Well, I hate to cry discrimination, but I find it very strange that the Girl Dogs were not confined on Halloween Night and roamed free during the nocturnal visits, but the Boy Dogs were confined to quarters. Boo to you, too, you daffy old twit. Shit house mouse.
At any rate, I heard Slow oohin’ and aahin’ over the costumes ad nauseam but she was taken aback when a little boy dressed in what she told Pretty later looked like a burlap bag with an assortment of different colored materials sticking out from the burlap at various points on his body. The burlap covered his entire tiny blonde self from head to toe and an adult friend dressed as Sir Elton John was also visiting at Casa de Canterbury that night and on the porch with Slow when the little boy came up and Elton John asked him if he was a pile of leaves which must’ve been a good guess but the little boy gave a long sigh of disdain and announced with authority that he was a Burrito Vampire. He took his candy and left in a huff. Slow and Elton John were speechless for that one, let me tell you.
Meanwhile on Worsham Street in Texas it appears the annual Halloween hay ride and partying took place without our being there, if you can believe that and one of the Little Women of Worsham Street sent pictures to prove it. Here’s what was happening in the “Hood in Texas while we had a Burrito Vampire on the porch in South Carolina. The Huss Brothers were on the prowl in the ‘Hood.
Number Three Huss Son in his Halloween hat and booties…
and unimpressed with festivities
Number One Huss Son delighted by a fresh chocolate cupcake
Number Two Huss Son processing the whole Halloween experience
Well, Amigos looks like all’s well that ends well, as The Red Man is fond of sayin’ and we rush forward to an upcoming Election for Peep in Chief next week followed by Thanksgiving and Christmas and Hanukkah and the end of the year. Before you can say Burrito Vampire, the year will be gone.
Get me outta here Percy…I’ve got football to watch and need to write my letter to Santa Claus to let him know what I want for Christmas this year…have a great weekend, Sports Fans and may all your favorite teams win (including my rugby teams in Australia!)…
a vampire burrito!!!! wow, should have grabbed a snap of that photo!!!!! enjoyed the blog!!!
No time for pics – too busy handing out candy!! You should’ve seen this little fellow, though – very serious about being a burrito vampire! 🙂
hehe, so cute!!!
I would have dearly loved to see the “burrito vampire!” What imagination! What dignity in the face of clueless adults!!!
Poor Red Man and boys locked away for Halloween. Maybe because the girl dogs are preoccupied with their “obsessions” it’s safe to leave them loose? Though I’m guilty of letting all my previous lady dogs greet trick or treaters, and sequestering the lads. Hmm…not fair, but I wonder why? 🙂
Enjoy the rest of football season, sounds like baseball is right around the corner!!!
Exactly – the Burrito Vampire was as quietly confident as any Zorro who ever waved a sword toward a candy bowl on a Halloween trick or treat!
Evidently candy goodies transcend generations and their heroes!! As for you, Poppy Mom, you need to participate in the same sensitivity training class I’m recommending for the old woman Slow. Title IX is not a sponsor…:) Yes, if winter comes, can spring and baseball be far behind?? Hugs and kisses to the adorable Miss Poppy!!
Definitely discrimination, keeping the boys locked up and the girls getting all the fun. I’d think up some really good punishment for that if I were you 😀
Believe me when I tell you I punish them regularly for their shortsightedness, but thanks for recognizing the Big D when you read about it! How far away is South Africa and do you take dogs looking for a vacation??
Quite a long way but I would take you in for a vacation anytime! Lots of lovely sun here at the moment.
Yes, we thought it might be too far, but it sounds wonderful! Thanks for staying with us…