It's a Dog's Life

Today is Halloween. In honor of that, I post the photos of my only trick-or-treaters, as of 7:52 PM. We get so few trick-or-treaters on Halloween that I always buy BIG bars of candy, which was noted and appreciated by one of the kids this year. He tried to get his mother to take one! ("Mom, she has big candy bars! What kind do you want?") His mother, my friend Denise, refused. I don't know why. Maybe because she wasn't in costume and also because she had Rocky (one BIG dog) in tow.

I have a complete life-cycle of photos for these three kids on Halloween. They keep growing! And I always love it when they visit!

Now, apart from it being Halloween, today is also the day of my painting class. Everyone in the class has at least one dog, so they are reasonably cool with Anya and Tango joining us. However, they are less comfortable with me training the dogs. ;-) Apparently I make too much noise.

Tango was determined to eat his pop-up crate today, and I had to add a clip to keep the zippers locked together so he couldn't escape. (He proved, of course, that he was capable of it!)

Anya has agreed to pose for gestural drawing practice next week!

After class, we went to get my car inspected. The last day, 3 PM... and while we waited, I took the beasts over to the canal by Talbots & Forsythe Jewelers. We ate lunch -- they helped me with my minestrone, which I kept spilling -- and they ran around a lot!

Look at those ears fly!

We saw a train, up close. Then, when I was trying to socialize Tango by introducing him to a fountain, Anya made an executive decision: clearly I meant her to go into the business that owned the fountain. So this middle-sized black dog wandered into Forsythe Jewelers.

Fortunately everybody was enchanted with her and no one was afraid. Then her person showed up with yet another poodle in her arms, and tried to shepherd the bigger one out of the store. Of course, I didn't really get much help from the salespeople and the customers. Anya is way too cute and well-behaved for that; they wanted to pet her.

My car failed inspection. Bummer.

On the way home, I had to pull over once to tell Tango that the seat belt was not a chew toy. I gave him one of the chew toys Al & Lynn gave us last week. That helped. Chew toys everywhere!

I bought gasoline and the candy bars.

Since then, all three of us have been really tired and have taken naps. Tango is so tired that he doesn't care that he's captive in the kiddie play fence.

And Chuck arrives home in an hour... to a tired family, and a lot of mail and filing that I'm trying to sort out, but realistically not doing too well at.

Well, the kitchen timer tells me that it's time to take Tango outside again. "Do your stuff, Tango! Do your stuff!"