Halloween. The post script.

So the ordeal last night was really kind of pitiful.  My human rushed home.  She was caught in what has become a never-ending traffic nightmare lately with construction in the city - and so she burst in the door at 5:30.  She wanted to get us out before the arrival of the imaginary trick or treaters.  And when she came in, she had that momentary "should I let them loose" thought.  She had visions of Einstein and I coming around from the back of the house, and encountering Wonder Woman or Batman.  And we KNOW what THAT would have been like.  She read somewhere that if treaters are injured on your property that you can be libel, so she of course, envisioned the worst case scenario of some three year old falling over  while attempting to run from two insane, barking PONs.  But she decided to take a chance.  The FG was kept on leash - she didn't DARE let HIM loose.

We ran around outside, did our thing and were ushered back into the house.  To await the imaginary treaters.  She fed us and then placed a big basket full of treats in the front hall.  With the door closed, of course.  Einstein just rolled his eyes at me.  The FG thought the whole thing was totally intriguing - he was obviously too young last year to remember this whole routine. 

At  6PM, there was noise in the driveway. It was three year old Rapunzel and her one year old twin dinosaur brothers - our neighbors from up the road.  My human opened the door and Rapunzel marched right in.  Luckily for her, we were all sequestered on the other side of the french door, trying to see through the olfactory art on the glass.  Einstein led the chorus and finally stopped after my human was chatting with Rapunzel's parents for the few moments.  Rapunzel asked why were barking.  "Just to say hello," my human lied.  Well, I suppose it wasn't REALLY a lie.  We WERE saying hello.  AND "whatareyoudoingonourpropertyyouhadbettergetoutofherebeforeweeatyoualive."  Not to mention the fact that Rapunzel was sporting a long yellow braided yarn wig - which even SHE admitted would have been fun to bite.  I could see the headlines - "Trick or Treater dragged to the ground by her wig - by pack of wild dogs".

By 6:30, my human had finished the two pieces of frozen pizza she had hastily reheated - so she would be ready for the "cavalcade" of treaters.  She then began to "sample" the treats she was giving out.  OK - "giving" is a generous term - one nursery story character and two dinosaurs did not exactly require a LOT of giving.  Thank goodness she bought treats she likes.  What a coincidence. 

At 6:40, two other kids from up the road arrived.  Their mother drove them to our house.  That way if the wild dogs were loose, they didn't have to get out of the vehicle.  My human was in the bedroom when they pulled up - so Einstein sounded the alarm.    Thank goodness they came - 2000 fewer calories for my human to consume.

By 7:50, she was pulling the sticky gel bats from the front window.  When it's over, it's over.  She unplugged the smiley Jack O'lantern in the window at 8:30. 

So we survived another Halloween.  With a grand total of 5 kids.  We tied our record for last year.  Thank GOODNESS she bought enough treats for 65 kids. 

Have a good one. Peace and paws up!