HALLOWEEN ANTICS!!

I just gotta tell everyone about my awesome Halloween night! I'm at a sleepover at Tessa's house, when I hear the doorbell ringing and ringing. Wes goes to the door; I peer around the corner, and low 'n behold I see tons of little kids everywhere. They're everywhere, I'm tellin' ya, and they've all got candy and funny costumes, and they're running around the street laughing and yelling. And, add to that, there are lots of Woobies (see older Woobie blog), in the yards all over the neighborhood. Not to mention, I'm detecting, with my keen snout/nose, a delicious aroma wafting in the air.

Now, I gotta ask ya . . . what would any red-blooded golden reliever just HAVE to do??? I may have good manners most of the time (thanks to boot camp), but this was just too big for even the best behaved dog. SOOOOO, I bolted!!! Out in the street I went!

Yep, I sliced my way through all the shrieking kids and finally tracked the source of the yummy smells. As luck would have it, the door of the smell-house opened just as I was stuffing their yard Woobie in my mouf. Again, I ask you . . . oh good grief, you know . . . I darted in their door before anyone could say BOO! It was a cool house, lots of nice people, great rooms, yummy smells. I was in heaven - a Woobie in my mouth, people petting me, potential chow . . . !

Why then, I asked, did Wes come tearing into the house, saying he's all sorry I interrupted their Halloween dinner party and took their yard scarecrow. What's a scarecrow anyway? The good smell people really liked me; I just know I coulda stayed if Wes hadn't ruined it for me. He grabbed me by my collar, dragged me outta their house, all apologetic to the people, and all mad at me. As he pulled the Woobie out of my mouf, squeezed out all the slobber, slammed it back into the ground, and took me back to Tessa, I saw that he had a tight mouth - just like mom does when I'm in trouble. Uh oh!!!

I guess it turned out alright. Wes called mom and dad and tole 'em about my misbehavior, but he was laughing pretty hard, so I thinking I'm gonna be ok. Turns out the Woobie-crow didn't die; the good-smell people invited me back to their house, and Mom and Dad found the whole story quite amusing. I'm still not so sure about Wes letting me come back to stay with Tessa. He thinks I'll be a bad influence on little Miss Perfect. What he doesn't know is . . . Tessa put me up to it!