Trick or Treat Day

It's Trick or Treat Day at my house!

I was all excited for the day because anytime my mom says, "Treat!?!," I get so excited I can't even sit down! Mom said all kinds of trick or treaters would come to my house! I even put on my new Green Bay Packers shirt to get all dressed up because all the trick or treaters get dressed up. Mom said I looked so very handsome in my Packers shirt.

And then, the doorbell started ringing. Trick or treaters came to my door and loudly proclaimed, "Trick or Treat!" I was ready to show them a trick, like "shake" or even "go get it" so I could get a treat.

Imagine my shock when mom gave the trick or treaters pencils and pencil sharpeners as treats. (What would they do with pencils and pencil sharpeners? Treats are supposed to be food things!) All these trick or treaters came to my house to get treats for themselves, not to give me treats! Kids came to my door all afternoon and they had heaps and heaps and heaps of treats in their buckets and bags--all for them! No one gave me one treat. I was so sad.

I thought trick or treat was for me to show off all the things I can do and then get a treat!

I think Trick or Treat Day is a rip-off.

Maybe they should have a Trick or Treat Day just for dogs.

Thought for you Humans:
What  has caught you by surprise lately?

Taking Time to Smell the Flowers

One of my favorite things to do in mom's garden is to leap as high as I can into a bed of big impatiens flowers. Those flowers are very pretty--they are purple, red, pink, and white. I love to jump into them because they smell good and feel soft when I land on them.

The other day I pounced right into the flowers and then I pounced right back out! I couldn't enjoy the good smells or the softness of the flowers because something either bit me or stung me really bad! It hurt so much that I cried and howled and tried to run away from the pain but the pain kept following me and it wouldn't stop.

Mom picked me up and tried to make me feel better, but nothing took the pain away. Mom decided I needed an emergency visit to the Dog Doctor. I cried and howled the whole time mom drove me there; she made the sound of the ambulance. But when I got to the Dog Doctor, I stopped crying and howling and started wagging my tail. I couldn't let all those nice people at the Dog Doctor hear me in so much pain!

But they knew just what to do and, after some medicine and ice on my sting/bite, I got to go home.

I'm feeling better now.

Thought for You Humans:
Once in awhile, on our own life journeys, there are bites and stings along the way. But it's up to us to figure out how handle those bites and stings. Do you give up and never enjoy life again? Do you let other people or pets take care of you when you are in pain? Do you even let others know you are in pain? How do you go about living once you feel better?