It was a rather uneventful Halloween around here. In years past, we’d have a hundred, hundred-fifty trick-or-treaters come to the door. The neighborhood is getting older. We only made it to around seventy this year.
The highlights of the evening included visits from an adorable monkey (one year-old Logan, who lives next door) and a cute little rooster (two year-old Abigail who lives next door on the other side of us.) The monkey smiled and bashed his Tootsie Pop against the stroller tray. The rooster refused to crow for me, but offered several sweet smiles instead while her parents chatted with us and the dogs barked at her from inside the house.
It might be a good thing there wasn’t more Halloween action. The dogs aren’t big fans of trick-or-treaters. There was a lot of barking here tonight!
Speaking of the dogs, I’ve been asked several times recently how they get along. Does this tell you anything?
A bunch of older kids just came to the door hollering for treats. They were faceless! One of them chanted something I really couldn’t comprehend. It was kind of creepy! An appropriate way to end the evening, I’d say.