Thursday, November 02, 2006

A Halloween Visitor

I feel a bit bad about not posting about Halloween…you know all those cutsy pics of dogs and humans dressed up in silly costumes? I decided to leave it to my other foxy friends who did such a splendid job – you know Butchy and Snickers, Banba and many others. I just haven’t been in the best of moods lately, with Mom and Dad experimenting with various ways to keep me quiet during the day.

On Halloween day, a man dressed up as a policeman knocked on our door. I thought he was an early trick or treater! He started telling Dad that he was investigating an anonymous complaint about a certain dog’s barking in our home. Holy crap thought I, that’s a good trick to play on Dad! Dad seemed to fall for it, because he started explaining all the steps he and Mom have taken to make sure I am as quiet as a monk in a monastery during the day. I tried to tell Dad to just give him the candy and get rid of him already, but they chatted on amiably. Evidently this trick or treater took his trickery rather seriously, either that, or he knew no-one else (except that nameless neighbor who never seems to go out) was home to doll out candy!

When Mom got home Dad told her about the “policeman” and for some bizarre reason, Mom started to cry and get very upset. Sometimes I sure wish I could talk – I would have said, “Yo Mom, it’s Halloween, don’t get your tits in a tangle, he was just tricking Dad.” But she went on and on, until the tears dried up and I swear I saw smoke coming out of her ears!

So that was my Halloween. Dad went away for work that night, so Mom and I sat on the front steps and dished out candy to all the scary looking kids. I only briefly dressed up in my biker coat while Gracie and Kila wore funny ruffles that made them look like jesters.

Yesterday Mom put me in my crate again – man, I get really upset in that cage, but then I was thrilled to see Elvis’s Mom come over and free me! Seems Mom is paying her to relieve my torture. I then spent the rest of the afternoon crated, but at Elvis’s home where I at least had the great company of my pals Gia and Elvis.

I sure am lonesome without my Dad, Mom looks lonesome too. I can’t wait to see him tomorrow!

AGC

5 comments:

Smitty said...

Hey Axel,

Too bad that creep next door has to upset everyone at your house. Tell your folks to lodge a harassment complaint right back at him! Thank goodness for Elvis's mom.

Take it easy bud,
Smitty

mynameisboo said...

oops! poor axel! the guy who dresses up as policeman sure ruin your halloween!

wet wet licks

boo

Anonymous said...

Too bad that policeman wasn't my daddy, Ax. He knows that we wirey lads are just protecting our turf when we bark! Shame on your pissy neighbor for being such a big, fat POOP!
Derby

Tin Tin Blogdog said...

Hey there Axel,

sounds like you're not having a great time at the moment with whingy humans, dooog.

Keep the chin up and just keep kissin' your mom.

Chow for now,

Tin Tin xo

Terri and Chewy said...

Axel,

We think you should call your nasty neighbor "The Boogy Man."

Your pals,

Chewy and Terri