Trick or Treatin'!!

We live way out in the boonies, it's dark and scary, and nobody comes to our house except the UPS Guy. Ozzy was determined to go trick or treating, and since he worked so hard on his costume, I took him to a local neighborhood. His costume was made from burlap sacks and grass, an idea he picked up from M. Night's movie "Signs". It took alot of time and imagination, but I believe Ozzy is the first person, er, dog, to ever go out on Halloween night dressed as a crop circle. So, the adventure begins.

The first house we came to a lady answered the door. She obviously was alive and well during the sixties as she took one look at Ozzy and said, "Oh, how cute... a marijuana patch". Ozzy looked up at me and shrugged his shoulders, but he did get some candy, said thank you, and set off to the next house.

The second house was occupied by a man who owned a landscaping business. He took one look at Ozzy, told him to wait a moment, and walked back into his house. A minute later he came out of his garage with a weedeater and chased Ozzy all over his front yard. This lasted several minutes until the man finally collapsed on his front lawn, the weedeater still running wide open. No candy obtained here.

In the third and final house lived a family who were obviously die-hard Georgia Bulldog fans. These folks had gone all-out to establish a spooky environment, their front porch dimly lit with blacklight bulbs for a desired effect. This caused Ozzy's costume to appear blue, reminding them of the color of Boise State's football field. They barked at Ozzy, and threw candy at him as they chased him out of the yard.

Ozzy jumped into the truck and asked if we could go home, like NOW. I asked if he wanted to try another neighborhood. I knew of one just outside of town where the folks were friendly. When I told him most of the people in this rural area were farmers, he adamantly refused. He said the costume he had on would probably remind them of "Children of the Corn". On the way home we stopped by WalMart and bought our own candy. "There's always next year", I told him. Ozzy looked up at me and said next year I will be the one to knock on the door.