
We went to the Halloween Parade, and the costumes were quite something.
This is where I part company with pretty much everyone else in America:



The moment I found myself glueing cotton balls to my beagle, strapping wings to my terrier, or stuffing my other terrier into a bee costume... Because of a holiday... that is essentially about high fructose corn syrup and.... deadness... well. Fit me for the paper slippers at Bellevue. I am checking in.
And yet, oddly... these people remind me of.... oh, let's see.... who's that girl I know?
Oh yes. Me.
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I see no need for any dog that weighs less than....oh...let's say 30 pounds, or any dog that won't either find or fetch shit for me.
I agree, Woodrow. Although my Catahoula shrieks and runs from the refrigerator door in about the same pitch she uses to shriek at deer.
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