We were finally able to trick or treat this weekend. I will be glad to pack up what costumes I can smuggle away to the attic and to eventually be free of easy access to the 'fun size' candy bars. Nothing fun about the awful things I've been eating! But it is sad to say goodbye to October, to see the trees shedding the last of their leaves, and the final blow--turning back the clocks.
Last night our little dog got loose and spent a good 30 minutes up the hill chasing cows. It was dark and since she never comes when I call her, I didn't know how we would get her back. She's been very hard to train, and our relationship has had its ups and downs...but I would miss her terribly. Luckily, my husband remembered he had a dog whistle. He came out and blew it, and before you knew it, there she was running home. Go figure.