Don't Bark With Your Mouth Full
Sixty-two and partly sunny today. If you were beneath the parts that were sunny it wasn't half bad, for Halloween. The children began ringing the doorbell about 6:00 pm. Mom was ready for them with 1.5 oz bags of Frito Lay crunchies, which are larger by volume than the usual "fun size" candies, making a trick-or-treater's eyes light up as if they had just struck the Mother Lode. Some inisted on Cheetos over Doritios, or potato chips. Others arrived sans costume talking on a cell phone, putting it to their shoulder only long enough to utter a perfunctory, "trick or treat." Some of these were surely older than sixteen. The smallest children cooed at my face which was peaking out between Mom's legs - "What a cool looking dog." Dozens of children can't be wrong I suppose. Lucy was crestfallen and finally walked upstairs to be alone. If those kids only knew the truth. Earlier when I was eating and heard the doorbell ring the first time, I excitedly ran toward door and barked but my mouth was full of kibble. Food went flying everywhere, which was definitely not too "cool." I guess you had to be there.