I can't sleep, puppers. Ever since my mom reminded me that Halloween was coming up, I spend all night flipping and flopping and wondering if they are going to try to get me into a costume again this year.
I keep having recurring nightmares about Halloweens past. Will they get out the old Bumble Bee Costume? Will mom try to go all Texas on me and make me wear a cowboy hat and boots? Will they try to bribe me with stale treats and promises of woo-ing the girls in the hood?
I used to try to be OK with a costume because Halloween is my dad's hands down favorite holiday of the year. And we all know how much I love my dad.
But this year I am going to try to draw the line at wearing my pumpkin collar.
Wish me luck, puppers. Wish me luck!