Happy Halloween!

Maggie's the devil

I love Halloween.  Maggie not so much.  Her very first Halloween she broke out in hives.  I thought that she might have hit the candy dish and had a reaction, but no, she was terrified by all those little monsters coming to our front door.  Knocking, ringing the bell, grabbing candy.  Had to take her to the vet.  It was crazy.  

Maggie's the devil
Yes, I am the devil dog.

We don’t get many of those little goblins here in Perfect.  No street lights.  No sidewalks.  And it’s kind of creepy and dark.  But I still buy treats for the tricksters.  Except last year and wouldn’t you know, the kids that lived across the street came over.  I had to give them old stale candy left over from Jessica and Andrew’s wedding in April.  (That’s probably why they moved away.)

I’ve lost six pounds so far!  Yippee!  Four to go.  And just so I wouldn’t be tempted by any more of that Halloween candy, I bought m&ms.  Hate ’em.    

Maggie's the devil
And this is Maggie’s warning sideways glance.

Even a couple more biscuits wouldn’t have persuaded her to keep on those horns.

Maggie's the devil
Now you must be bitten!  A vampire costume would have been more appropriate.

Have fun this weekend!  We will!  (Maybe not Maggie) 

We’re headed to the Blues & BBQ Fest at the Museum Cafe in Old Homosassa.  Already have our tickets.  

And congrats Myra and Kevin!  39 years today!  

Dogs in the Hood

Sam, pomeranian
Sam is our newest ‘dog in the hood’. This little puff ball is not even 3 weeks old!
Daisy from the Block
Daisy from the Block, she’s always so happy to see me! How could you not love that little fuzz face!
monkeys on monkey island
Oh wait, those aren’t dogs! But they are in the “hood”.
Maya
Maya was not very happy about getting her photo taken.
Maggie
Had to have a picture of my favorite dog in the hood!

Gunny

My friend Diana emailed me that her Gunny passed away at the vet’s office on Monday.  I take about 100 pictures a day (no exaggeration) and could only find these two from all the years that I knew Gunny.

Gunny EPSON DSC picture

I met Gunny and her people way back in 1999 when we first moved to Katy, TX.  I was considering getting a puppy and this guy kept walking by the house with this adorable little ball of fur and I just had to meet Gunny.  By the time Maggie found me, Gunny was quite a bit bigger but just as sweet.  I might never have met Diana and Walt if Gunny hadn’t picked them to be her people.  Thanks to Gunny, they are still my great friends. 

I think Gunny must have been about 15 years old since that’s the age Maggie is fast approaching.  She had a good life surrounded by people that adored her.  Gunny is one of those special companions that can never be replaced.