Gray skies cloud our view.
November’s cold. Fall’s turned old.
Still, we’re in the pink.
It was supposed to be my chihuahua Tinkerbelle’s costume.
A pretty tutu it was, bought second hand from the rescue group for Tink’s very first Halloween.
But Tink was terrified and absolutely refused to wear it.
Sometime on Halloween night my terrier Tucker found that tutu on the dining room table, and thinking it was some kind of a tasty treat pulled it right down on the rug.
Once I turned on the lights in the morning, I jumped.
I saw Tuck had learned a very spooky new trick.
Somehow he’d managed to get the tutu up on his head just like a crown.
Now Tuck’s a senior and has never been fond of Halloween. Typically he’d hide under the couch shaking his fears away until the last of the door knocking ghosts and goblins were gone.
But I guess you can always change, no matter if you’re young or old.
And looking at Tuck’s face I believe that my old boy is mighty proud of himself, just as he should be.
Since it’s Halloween this week I thought little Miss Tinkerbelle would want to dress up.
After all, she missed last year’s party as she hadn’t even been born yet.
I’d picked up a gently used purple and green tutu that matched her collar perfectly at the shelter where I’d adopted her a few months back.
But as soon as I grabbed the tutu to place it around Tinkerbelle’s little belly, Tinkerbelle started screaming in terror.
I tried to be gentle, but sequins were flying faster than fairy dust as she leapt up into thin air.
I quickly ran into the kitchen to grab her a little treat to calm her back down.
But when I returned Tinkerbelle was already busy again on the loveseat showing me her newest trick.
It appeared to be some fancy form of pumpkin wrestling.
And she’d already chewed off part of the stem.
With some effort, I retrieved the poor, now pock faced Jack-O-Lantern.
Not feeling particularly festive I then told my pup, “You’re no Tinkerbelle!”
“In fact, you’re a nut.”
I smiled as I remembered my girl came to the midwest from Fresno, CA, where
one of the country’s most beloved nut varieties are grown.
“Hey Tink, I’m thinking I should re-name you Pistachio.”
I detected a tiny growl.
Maybe I’ll try a little turkey costume instead for Thanksgiving next month.
But if I do, we’ll definitely be skipping the homemade pumpkin pie.