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The old man dressed up strangely today, perhaps just to make sure he fits in with the rest of us. Debbie brought us some pup-kin pies to fill our bellies later (I insisted on right now, but you can’t argue with her). Izzy and I are dressed up, as well. My attire was easy enough to put on – a bumble bee outfit that Christy put together for me out of last year’s outfit. The antennae have little bulbs that bounce around above my head, and I have a simple striped vest on that has the benefit of keeping me warm this time of year. I may not even want to take it off later. Though, the antennae are driving me crazy whenever they bounce around. They always manage to stay just out of reach when I lunge at them. While everyone else got dressed quickly and with little struggle, Izzy decided not to cooperate at the last minute. First, he ran away and then hid in the bedroom. When Debbie and I cornered him, he decided that it was all just a new game we had randomly come up with. He grabbed the vest he was supposed to wear (supposedly, he is what our peoples call a “pirate”). When Izzy is in one of his moods, he can’t be stopped with mere words. He raced around the house – teasing both Debbie and the old man by letting them get close, then, staying just out of reach as he fled to the adjacent room. Oh, he’s gonna be in trouble when this is over. Eventually, Izzy was put in a spot where he had no choice but to give up. Oh yes, it was either give up or no pup-kin pie tonight. He gave up. Izzy cooperated with everything but the hat he was supposed to wear. Now, I’ve seen many people wear those things, but their ears are a good deal smaller than ours. Hats are just plain uncomfortable for us dogs. But, on occasion, they do make excellent chew-toys. Which is what happened to Izzy’s. And now, the old man, dressed up in his mad-hatter style attire is busy greeting and treating the people-pups at the door. They’re wearing costumes. I remember this fact from last year. Though, it seems that Izzy does not. He barks at every one of them and runs away. One bark and he’s off to the bedroom where he peeks around the corner and asks them what they want. Of course, all they want are some treats from the bowl (I can’t blame them with a smell so sweet). Debbie’s attire is quite interesting. She is a cat. A strange choice, but I guess today is all about being a little strange and having fun in the process. The funny thing is, every time she “meows,” Izzy goes crazy and starts searching the area for a real cat. I could tell him who is responsible, but that would end the silly charade, so I won’t. Later on, our party is joined by Christy and Buck, whom are also dressed up for the occasion. Buck was completely dumbfounded by the whole idea. He was wearing nothing more than a bandana around his neck and is quite confused about Debbie’s cat outfit. Christy was the complete opposite, wearing a very fluffy dress and tall, pointy hat. She even had a little stick she waved around and told us she would grant us any wish we desired. I told her a treat was in order, but she just rubbed my back instead. Oh well, I guess that is a treat too. But I was thinking a little more along the lines of some pup-kin pie, which we did eventually get. A slice for each of us to enjoy as the people-pups came to the door and chanted their call. And the funny thing is… they always said the same thing. It didn’t matter whether Debbie, Christy, or the old man answered the door (although when I was there, there was always a “cute puppy!” added in at the end), I’m sure they were always saying, “Tricky feet.” People can be so strange sometimes.
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