Time for hayrides and marshmallow roasts
Old haunted houses and pale spooky ghosts
This isn’t the time for trees green and red
It’s time to run from the living dead!
Time for hayrides and marshmallow roasts
Old haunted houses and pale spooky ghosts
This isn’t the time for trees green and red
It’s time to run from the living dead!
They think he’s bringing Kandy Korn.
Ha ha! Kandy Korn….the circus peanuts of a new generation.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Toby’s a scaredy cat
Geordie is, too!
——Max, poet dog
He who’s scared and runs away
Lives to bark another day!
Yikes! Run!
I hear the scrabble of claws as they make for the door!
The strong wind last night blew all the remaining leaves away. The sound was very scary. I am glad your dogs have each other.
I watched a poor boy in a an inflatable T-Rex costume barely able to make it home thanks to the strong wind. It was terrible.
Oh dear. That is reminiscent of those poor kids carried off in a bouncy house.
Awww, pshaw… Terriers are fearless. It’s one of the reasons why I love them so much. Maybe your boys are more of a cowardly lion fearless. They need to screw up their courage a bit before taking on those ghosts and zombies.
PS: really like the grim reapers fashion sense. I have a deep chocolate brown monk’s coat just like that. Fabulous hood!
Mine is a black hooded cloak with a red lining.
I think my boys have been watching too much Scooby Doo.