After a few warning barks and grumbles when the fireworks began, Miles decided to ‘close shop,’ and go off duty. Somehow, he is now managing to sleep through the raucous armageddon of whistles, bangs, and crackles outside. In the city, these festivities continue deep into the night. Maybe it was the excitement of a record number of trick-or-treaters (no leftover candy!) that tired Miles out, or maybe it is the soothing effect of a belly filled with “good quiet boy!” dog treats he received during our “handing out candy to trick-or-treaters” dinner party. Probably a mixture of both. There is something satisfying to me about knowing the city is alive and abuzz with excitement, but that we are hunkered down at home. Me with a beer, Miles with dreams of chasing giggling little kids in costumes…
How is/was your Halloween?
