H-day
I survived my first holiday with trick or treaters. I had Snowball sitting on my lap. I was sort of witch-like. She was costumeless. I was all prepared for hecklers who asked why she didn’t have a costume. I was going to tell them that she was a German Shepard with a Pomeranian costume on. No one asked. She was petted and admired and acted like a queen receiving her subjects. The only question I had asked if I was a dead Paris Hilton. That seemed as good an explanation to me as any.