OK, not me. Wednesday is Halloween, and some pets are being forced into costumes by their families. Sure, a few don’t seem to mind (mostly dogs and the occasional hedgehog), but the others are none too happy.
But it’s good for a laugh, so it’s all good.
I am not a-moosed. Image found on Pleated Jeans.
I am vengeance. I am the night. I am Batcat. I’m also a little hungry. Image found on Bored Panda.
Dude, you have GOT to get a girlfriend. Image found on Texts From Last Night.
I will be destroying Tokyo later. Tokyo is your very expensive home theater setup. Image found on Pinterest.
Human, you are the bane of my existence. Image found on The Funny Place.
I don’t wanna taco bout it. It’s nacho business. Image found on Pinterest.
This is not appealing at all. Image found on Korrect Kritters.
Wait’ll you see my bedside manner. Hope you have lots of bandages. Image found on Pinterest.
Have I gone mad? Yes. You’ll find out how mad later. Image found on Pinterest.
Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear. But he wasn’t as pissed off as I am. Image found on Once Upon A Prime.
I hope I didn’t hear someone saying they were going clubbing … Image found on Pinterest.
Squash me. Please. I beg you. Image found on Klyker.
See? The hedgehog seems fine with it all. Image found on Cutest Paw.
I don’t recall ever going trick or treating as a kid (nor as an adult), but I recall soaping people’s windows. The evil kids used wax, which was harder to get off.
I went trick or treating till I was about 9 or 10, I think. We went on the 3-mile loop that the state highway took out in the community. Probably about 20 houses total, if that. My brothers did the toilet paper and egg thing.
Myself and my two younger sisters would go trick or treating when we lived in Chicago. We also would go to a nearby Congregational church for a Halloween party as well. After we moved here, we didn’t do any more trick or treating or going to Halloween parties.
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I don’t recall ever going trick or treating as a kid (nor as an adult), but I recall soaping people’s windows. The evil kids used wax, which was harder to get off.
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I went trick or treating till I was about 9 or 10, I think. We went on the 3-mile loop that the state highway took out in the community. Probably about 20 houses total, if that. My brothers did the toilet paper and egg thing.
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Myself and my two younger sisters would go trick or treating when we lived in Chicago. We also would go to a nearby Congregational church for a Halloween party as well. After we moved here, we didn’t do any more trick or treating or going to Halloween parties.
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Our 4-h club held a Halloween carnival every year at the community building next door. That’s what we did most of the time.
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I wouldn’t make Marlow the Golden Retriever wear a Halloween costume. He wouldn’t like it.
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I managed a couple of hats on Luke, and only long enough for a photo. He was not a fan. 🎃👿
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Sometimes Marlow doesn’t know how lucky he is.
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Indeed. 🐕
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Marlow seems to think he is already handsome enough wearing just his golden fur and he doesn’t need to wear anything else.
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I’m inclined to agree.
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