I never thought a pig could love Halloween so much.
Perhaps I’ve been prepping him without realizing it, for D.O.G. has gone from bullying me when I clean his dirty face, to really enjoying it. No beer necessary. So what’s a little make-up?
Still, D.O.G. surprised me with all the fun he was having as I worked on that big ole wrinkly face of his for Halloween.
He told me he wanted to be a ‘colorful character’ even though I insisted he was already one.
“How about some black and blue eyes?” he asked.
“I don’t even know where your eyes are,” I replied.
“How about you make me fly…I’ll be Pigasus!” (oh brother!)
“I’m afraid you’d never come back,” I told him wistfully.
“How about Frankenstein?”
“You have too many legs and you’re too much of a low rider.”
“How about Wilbur?”
“He’s not scary enough. You need to be frightening on Halloween. But I will give you Charlotte and her web if it makes you feel better.”
D.O.G. was starting to get a little oinkery.
I tried to joke around and suggested a Boar’s Head Ham, but he flipped me off in swine language.
I then suggested a little twist on The Rocky Horror Picture Show look.
“Yes! I will be a scary transvestite!” he exclaimed.
“Um…’scuse me? But how do you know about The Rocky Horror Picture Show?”
“Saw it every Friday night when I was a pig in the brig,” he grunted.
Almost certainly he was pulling my leg and I was not about to fall for it. Then too, some things are best left to the imagination.
Finally…our collaboration…which ended up looking more like Pigasus on rainbow dust after crash-landing at Homer Zuckerman’s farm.
Oh My D.O.G.!!!
“More glitter!” he squealed…
“I need a hat!”
“Let’s go trick or treating!”
We didn’t get very far but we sure had a great time. D.O.G. ended up with enough treats to send him straight to hog heaven.
He loved his new pigmentation so much, he wanted it to last forever.
What a funny looking pig he was watching football with us yesterday. It didn’t matter who was playing, he was rootin’ for them the whole way as he pigged-out on his trick or treat stash.
Then surprise, surprise. This morning over coffee, and there’s D.O.G. at the dog door…still trick or treating!That pigster is a smart chop and doesn’t understand why we call it a dog door if he can’t fit through it. But what a great trick it would be if he did!!Recluse Man yelled, “No Tricks Today!” Then softened up and offered D.O.G. a few treats…
D.O.G. looked at Recluse Man and said…
“Now how am I gonna get my chops through the door for my treats if you’re not gonna let me try my trick?”
That pig is slick… but needs to realize Halloween is OVER!!!Is it time for a little hogwash y’all???