Mostly I don’t like Howl-o-ween. It seems to be all about kids ringing the doorbell and getting Rico all riled up. I can hardly stand all that barking. Atlas, of course, runs to the door hoping someone will come in and pet him. It’s pretty pathetic.
Mom won’t take me trick-or-treating because people won’t give out grain-free, super yummy, made-in-America treats, and I’m not allowed to eat chocolate. That seems really discriminatory to me, but it seems to be the way things are.
Nothing about Howl-o-ween seems to be about dogs, in spite of the name of the holiday having HOWL right in it. Today, that changed! When Mom took me out on my walk, I thought it would be a usual day of checking posts, reading and sending pee-mail, and enjoying the opportunity to sniff. Things seemed pretty normal, until we turned a corner, and I saw it! A dog Howl-o-ween yard! I was so excited, I had Mom take my picture in front of the house.
I was hoping that maybe THAT house would have dog treats tomorrow night, but Mom seems to think it is unlikely. At least we have a start on improving the holiday. Maybe we can work on getting treats for next year.