Halloween at Huckleberry_Hoo’s House

Being an enthusiastic supporter of the “Dogs are People Too” movement, my dog General Sherman took up the position at the door last night to hand out Milk Bones to the Trick-or-Treaters. My wife and I had a great time trying to figure out if the kids found the biscuits to be tricks, or treats. Obviously, the lucky children with dogs at home would probably choose treat, while the sadder ones without a pet undoubtedly felt like Charlie Brown with his rocks.

Sherman had a great time though, so it was worth indulging him. He is slightly spoiled anyways, but not to where it is an annoyance. He did complain about having to set down his scotch and his cigar every time the bell rang, but he also partook of a Milk Bone himself for every one he handed out. Perhaps the scotch will help with his digestion in the morning, as the Vienneese say a beer helps with their schnitzel.

Sherman is very disappointed that dogs do not get to Trick-or-Treat. That is the reason he is giving out bones for the kids to take home to their furry siblings. He wore his orange and black Halloween kerchief along with a cowboy hat that made him look like the dashing, and fit John Wayne of the “Stagecoach” years... only shorter, and with a longer nose, and ears.

Pooky and I were glad when the kids were finally all home and General Sherman was able to settle into the sofa with his box of Milk Bones and his scotch to watch some football, as he was becoming too tipsy to properly man the door. I began to notice near the end of the night that the Disney Princesses were being better supplied with biscuits than the Spidermen. We should probably try to temper Sherman’s drinking, but hey... his bloodlines are superb, he is over three years old (which is twenty one in dog years), and should there not be some variety in a dog’s life? Especially a dog as advanced socially and academically as General Sherman is.

At least he’s not running wild with the bad dogs in the neighborhood, or sticking his face in skunk holes, so pull that mutt of yours off of my leg, climb down from that high horse you are riding, and let me spoil my own animal as I see fit!

“Sherman, raise your glass!“

“Atta boy! Here’s to everyone’s safe, and Happy Halloween!”