As Ty reminded me last night, I missed out on a Halloween post, so a "belated" post will have to do.

Halloween started off with an adventure in the early morning hours of the day. Hunter and I met up with Danni and Hunter's friend Sonja (beautiful husky with blue eyes) for a spooky Halloween run. The morning was quiet, cold, and dark...perfect. The dogs agreed and we took off for a run up Lone Pine Trail. The intent was to creep ourselves out with a run in the "forest" with only our headlamps and pups to protect us. It turned out to be not so scary after all and we attributed it to the excessive panting that our partners in crime contributed to the experience. Kinda kept us from hearing any scary stirring sounds in the trees and bushes beyond the glow of our lights. Oh well. It was still a great run and a fabulous way to start the day.

The real fun began around dusk. Ty got home and donned his mullet wig and I transformed into a green-haired witch (thanks, Jodi!). The dogs were pretty unsure about our get-ups, but they soon ignored the attire (I'm sure they were thinking we're complete weird-o's). Mom and Dad showed up to help hand out candy. And then...the ceremonious door bell ringing began. For Hunter and Wally, the doorbell is a signal to bark. I don't think they know why, but it's more of a Pavlov thing than anything else. I like to think they're trying to protect us, but after about the 30th ring on Halloween night and the successive mad-dog barking that followed, I'm pretty sure it's a repetition-based reaction to...THE DOORBELL. Actually, now that I think about it...I think we subconsciously invite Mom and Dad over on Halloween night to help hold back the beasts from giving some kid a life-long fear of dogs or...even worse...trick-or-treating.

Hunter and Wally got to see a few of their neighbor friends on Halloween night. We took Hunter over to Jim and Christina's (the older couple across the street) and he got his fill of treats. He was so excited that WE were going over THERE, since usually he has to sit and wait for Christina on OUR side of the street until he gets his goodies. The idea that he was that much closer to a satisfied tummy seemed to leave him unable to control himself (in other words, he wouldn't stop barking). Joe (a neighbor kid that somehow seems to find us whenever we're out with the dogs) hollered into the house "Where's Hunter?" as we filled his bag with treats. Uhhh...kid...lets not worsen the situation. The last thing we need is one of you actually calling out the dog's name...he's already a bit riled as it is. It was pretty cute though, I have to admit.



What a great Halloween! We avoided any trick-or-treater vs. rabid dog run-ins and managed to enjoy our pumpkin shaped Papa Murphy's with minimal begging sessions from our four-legged friends. 'Til next year!