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| "That's right, Little Ones. Bring your candy to me" |
Cloey Margaret, our beloved Golden Retriever, goes out to greet the trick-or-treating family of four. They all pet her soft coat and squeal over her cute little bandana.
"Aww, she's so sweet," says the dad.
"And so good with kids!" adds the mom.
"She likes wishing everyone a Happy Halloween," I say with a grin.
I love this night, I think to myself.
Just then, one daughter, dressed as Queen Elsa from Frozen, trips on her lovely satin gown. She is not hurt, thankfully, but she takes some time getting up and carelessly leaves her heavily laden pumpkin bucket filled with sugary loot on the ground.
Like a tiger sensing weakness, and as we parents are distracted by caring for the small child, Cloey goes in for the kill, rapidly digging her long snoot into the little girl's pumpkin bucket.
Child: (Still on the ground) Ahhhhhhhh! She's eating my candy!!!
Me: Oh my Lord! Cloey! Stop that!!!!
I grabbed the bucket away from Cloey, who has managed to score a small (fun size!) bag of M & M's. I successfully wrestle the bag from her jaws. It is now covered with slobber.
The Mom: (forcing a smile and reaching for the soggy bag) I'll take that, thank you.
Me: Oh no no no! I'll get her a fresh bag- really. And my sincere apologies about that ummm ... incident.
Child: (who stops crying immediately when I give her a fistful of M & M bags) Thanks!
After that, Miss Cloey Margaret was banished from Trick-or-Treating Land and sent to the basement to think about what she'd done. (But mostly she just barked in protest.)
Hope you all had a Happy Halloween!
She means well. At least that's what she tells me.
ReplyDeleteOh I'm sure that's what she told you. Her personal branding of pure innocence is quite strong.
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