Monday, November 1, 2010
I love kids. I really do. I let them pick me, carry me around like a stuffed animal and pull my tail. For some reason kids on Halloween make me really upset. I did not trust the little monsters with masks, ringing my doorbell at my Grandma's house and taking my food (well technically not my food because no would let me have any, but it was still my property). Lincoln, the usual "hot mess" was all sweet and docile, wearing his bee costume, never once barking. He even went to the door calmly every time, helping hand out candy.
How was no one else creeped out by all the little masked intruders running up and down the street?!
I have earned the nickname "Scrappy Doo," for my "lemme at them" attitude on Halloween. Mommy is still threatening those obedience classes.
However, the real drama over the weekend was not caused by yours truly but Lincoln. Saturday night, Lincoln's nose got warm and he got sick. After a couple of hours he acted fine so everyone assumed he had just worked himself into a tizzy. At 4 a.m. Lincoln got up to pace around the bed and Mommy reached out to comfort him and...Lincoln puked all over the bed and Mommy. Hehe. So Lincoln, Mommy and I got to sleep all curled up on the couch together. It was like camping. Kind of.
Safe to say, we had a very exhausting weekend. Time for a nap.