A joint letter to our Mamas

Dear Mamas,
We, (Mabel, Harley & Maggie) want to request full access to the extra bedroom anytime you are gone from our home.
Until just yesterday, we could count on peacefully and warmly resting under the down comforter on the spare bed. Then, suddenly this morning, we found ourselves exiled to the cold, hard floor of the dog room. 
We want to protest this totally, unfair and unexpected treatment! And, we might add, we have no idea how your sunglasses [and reading glasses] came to be (slightly) chewed up.
And, we don't know anything about the Tissue box and tissues that were shredded and spread all over the backyard. 
And the book?
Well, I heard Mama #2 say she didn't really like it and she'd had it on her night stand for a very, very long time.....
OK. Harley loves books. What's wrong with that?
If you are looking for someone to blame for these little incidents, we suggest you talk to the cats. 

She just looks guilty, doesn't she?

In the meantime, we expect our full access to the extra bedroom to be granted immediately.
Sincerely,
Your Wonderful Diva and her sisters

This is me, Mabel. I'm looking just a little worried. I really want to get back inside and sleep on my favorite comfy bed under my warm down comforter with my both of my sisters.

From Mama #2: Dear Mabel, when you learn how to behave without destroying my stuff, you may be excused from spending your days on the deeply carpeted dog room floor. Remember, this room has your special door to the outside as well as your magically warm blanket? 

When you return to the extra bedroom is up to how you and your sisters behave this week.

The Christmas Card That Wasn't

Hi all, Mabel here. I am laying low right now, because my Mamas think I need to pose for a Christmas Card. You might ask, What's wrong with simply posing for another Diva picture? 

This is not just another simple posed picture.

This is something entirely different.

This Christmas picture of my cousin, Max, gave my Mamas some strange ideas for a Christmas Card.

This is Max, my cousin, wearing an upside down Santa Claus hat.

When Mama #2 saw Max wearing his Santa hat, she got the idea that Maggie, Harley and I should pose for a Christmas Card wearing Santa hats too.

Mama #2 is delusional.

It's just not going to happen.

Here are the Santa Claus hats that the Mamas thought we would wear to pose for the picture.

This is me, Mabel, "posing" in my Santa Claus cap.

The Mamas really, really tried to get me to pose, but this is the best picture they could get of me in that stupid hat.

They had better luck with Maggie. She posed for less than one minute. She does look kind of cute in that hat, doesn't she? (I understand she is trying to figure out how to destroy this picture before anyone sees it. Can you blame her?).

Harley totally refused to wear the hat but she did like it--

that is, she liked how the hat tasted.

Then, before Mama #2 realized what Harley was planning, Harley ran out the back door with her hat.

Now, Harley really did like that hat. Here, she risks getting caught when she stops to taste the pom pom.

This is my sister Harley, not me Mabel, enjoying her Santa Claus hat.

Maggie got into the spirit and took off with her hat, too.

Maggie, stopping to pose with her Santa hat.

As usual, I am not involved in this destruction of property.

This is me, Mabel (the innocent twin on the right) advising Harley to leave the hat and run before she is caught.

How'd that picture get in here?!!

This is me, Mabel, with my sister Maggie, looking the other way when we find an abandoned, destroyed Santa hat in our backyard.

At the end of the day, me and my sisters boldly went back inside and laid on our comfy couch. (I'm the very cute Diva in the middle of the picture, just in case you can't tell me and my twin sister apart). Now that the Santa hats have mysteriously "disappeared," we can safely rest again. 
We are trying very hard to look disappointed that our Mamas won't have a "Santa Paws" Christmas card to send to their friends.

Note from Mama #2: Mabel, I know where you were and I saw what you did.
BTW, I just found some really, really cute Santa Claus caps for next year. There's even a little beard to go with the cap. You and your sisters will look so cute! And we have an entire year to create the perfect picture for next year's card. Aren't you excited Mabel?

An Eventful Forced March

Hi all, Mabel here. I am posing in my warm, sunny and wonderful back yard. The snow, ice and cold are gone! I had to do a little "Diva Dance" when I went outside today!

When Mama #2 took me and my sisters out on a forced march it was still sunny and warm. 

Exciting!

Actually, the march was much more exciting than any of us expected!

All of us, including my anxiety prone twin sister, Harley, marched up and down the streets of our neighborhood. We marched by houses with objects in the yards. When we march at night, the objects are lit up with brightly colored Christmas lights. I love the lights, but the unlit objects look a little spooky in daylight. We'd just marched by a house with many, many spooky, unlit shapes in front when we turned a corner and came face to face (literally!) with shapes Mama #2 called, "Mr. and Mrs. Claus."

They were right by the street we were walking on. 

They were huge! They looked spooky!

And Harley went BESERK!

Harley barked and yipped and jumped and ran back and forth. Her eyes bugged out and her anxiety soared off the scale.

Mama #2 tugged and pulled at Harley's neck rope and urged her to keep marching.

Harley refused.

She wanted to find a way to "take out" Mr. and Mrs. Claus. 

I marched over to her and firmly gave her a gentle shove and told her to move on.

That's when Harley ran under the gray fence.

When Harley ran back under the fence (still barking), I saw she had a gray stripe down her back.

Uh oh!

Mama #2 tried to get Harley to quit barking and march, but Harley (grey stripe and all) kept barking and bugging her eyes out until Mama #2 grabbed her and started to jog.

I picked up my paws and we all ran a couple of blocks. I don't really like running, but I'll do anything for Harley. And Harley really, really needed to move on.

Mama #2 finally put her down and started to look at Harley's new gray stripe. I was afraid my sister might have just turned into a skunk!

Mama #2 rubbed and rubbed, and finally, rubbed that stripe right off Harley's back.

Whew! My sister is not a skunk.

We'd just started marching again, when we marched right into a Schnauzer. Yes, a mid-sized medium gray Schnauzer came out of an alley right on top of us.

Shocking.

Harley had just started to calm down and to catch her breath when she just had to start barking again. 

Sometimes, she just has to bark and a collision with a Schnauzer is definitely barking time.

So, we were off again. We jogged down yet another block. We'd just slowed down to a march again, and guess what?

Here comes that SAME SCHNAUZER waltzing out of yet another alley!

So, it's jogging time again.

We'd barely jogged to the next corner when,

two great, big trucks with big red, blue and white flashing Christmas Lights came screaming around the corner! 

I mean, these trucks were noisy! They zoomed up to house that had some gray smokey stuff hanging around it and then, dozens of people in coats and hats jumped off the trucks and ran up to the house!

Harley had no time to even bark once before Mama #2 tugged on our neck ropes and we were off, jogging yet another block.

I wanted to stay and watch the trucks with the lights, but Mama #2 insisted we keep marching. We marched on, but passed a lot of cars and people that were following those trucks. I wonder if they like big, bright Christmas lights too? 

I wonder if those trucks with the big, flashing Christmas colored lights sit in someone's front yard at night? 

We kept marching and finally, we were home.

And Harley was worn out and semi-calm!

I was so glad to get home! 

I took my chewy bone marching reward and settled down on my favorite comfy couch to catch my breath and get a quick nap.

Maybe night marches in the cold aren't so bad after all.

Here I am, Mabel, keeping my identical twin sister, Harley, calm.

(She's the one in front with the blue collar, just in case you can't tell us apart).

It's my favorite time of the Year!

Hi all, Mabel here. I just got back from tonight's forced march.
I am excited.
EXCITED!
And HAPPY!
I think that now all of my faithful fans are puzzled, because everyone knows that I hate going on forced marches.
Everyone knows I don't like cold weather (anything below 65 degrees).
Everyone knows I don't like marching in the dark --- and sun sets very early now. It's always dark when we go out to march..
And, everyone knows that I walk very s-l-o-w-l-y. I drag my paws  I walk at about 2.3mph. I want to smell every single wonderful smell.
My sisters and Mama #2 want to walk at 3.3 mph.
<Sigh>
We compromise and walk at about 2.5mph.
Anyway, about a week ago, I looked down a street and stopped dead in my tracks. (I wasn't really dead, it's just an expression).
Lights! Bright, colorful lights! I saw a house outlined in lights!
Amazing!
I love lights, so I pick up my paws, pulled on my neck rope, and made Mama #2 walk down the street so I could look at the house outlined in colorful lights.
I slowed down as we passed the house. I looked at it carefully and wanted to remember each detail and every light.

 This is me, Mabel, standing in front of one of my lighted houses

 This my twin sister, Harley, looking at lights

I was so excited, that I jumped on Harley, just to make sure she saw the lights.

At the next corner, I looked all around to see if any other houses had colorful lights.
I didn't see any more lights that night, but a couple of marches later.....
I found 3 more houses with colorful lights!
Lights!
And one even had stuff standing in their yard shaped like (who knows what) that moved and twinkled.
I was in love.
I love the twinkly lights in yards on shapeless things.
My sisters just laugh at me and my love of colorful and twinkly lights.
Mama #2 took a very long time to understand why I was walking faster and why I refused to walk down some street, then pulled my neck rope hard to walk down other streets.
Finally, Mama #2 realized what was going on.....
"Mabel, you like the lights, don't you?"
YES, I shouted. I love the lights!
Now, Mama #2 looks for brightly lit streets and let me stare at houses (and yards!) lit up like daylight with colorful lights.
I have a favorite house. It has lights all around the house, lights all through the big trees in front, and twinkling, brightly lit up shapes on the lawn.
I love this house. I love the twinkling shapes. The shapes even move!
Wonderful!
I could watch it for hours! I make Mama #2 march me there every night.
Maggie, my super smart sister, get impatient with me and usually talks Mama #2 into marching on after a few minutes.
But, every night now, I see more and more brightly lit up houses.
Even the house next door has lights!
Maybe soon, all the houses will be lit up!
I just hope the lights don't suddenly disappear like they did last year.
I was so sad, I could hardly march for weeks.


Note from Mama #2: It took awhile, but I finally realized that Mabel loves Christmas Lights! She loves to look at houses that are outlined in lights, and she especially loves animated, twinkling deer! She could just stand and watch for hours! It's totally amazing!
She walks quickly now, and wants to cover many streets every night. It's my favorite time of the year to take her on walks, because she gets so excited about the lights.
Harley and Maggie don't even seem to notice the lights.

Diva Diet, Day 2

This is me, Mabel, looking tired and weary after two days of dieting.

Diva Diet, Day 2.
Today was a very long day.
My Mamas left this morning as usual. They left that new, nasty, tasteless diet dog food in all of the bowls again.
I was hungry.
Really hungry.
But not hungry enough to eat that food.
So, I waited for Mama #2 to come home mid-day like she always does.
She didn't come home.
I sat in my den and sulked. I had my mid-day break all planned out.

"This is me, Mabel. I'm starving. Can't you hear my stomach growling? I can barely move, I am so hungry. No, I won't go outside with you;  I'm too hungry. No, I won't even go into the dining room with you; I am too hungry."

I thought she might be convinced and give me a treat or something delicious. But she didn't even come home mid-day.
I waited. It got late. It got dark.
I was starting to consider eating that dry, tasteless dog food. I walked to the nearest food bowl and it was empty. I went to the next bowl, empty! "There's no food left," my super smart sarcastic stepsister Maggie laughed. "Harley and me and our sister cats ate it. All of it. Too bad you're going to starve to death soon." Then, Maggie turned her back on me and walked away. 
 I really was going to starve! I almost lost my Diva composure and started to panic.
Then, I remembered the pecan trees in the back yard.
I went outside to find a few pecans to eat. I found nothing at all. Nothing!

This is me, Mabel, searching desperately for a pecan to eat.

I went back inside to sleep. I thought I might die in my sleep ----yes, I was that hungry.
Finally, the Mamas finally came home.
I did my "Mama's home dance" with my dog sisters. Then, I quickly laid down to show I was really starving to death and had zero energy.
Mama #1 went into the dog room and came back with a bowl of food. 

The Diet Food! No!
She gave me a piece. I dropped it on the couch. She gave me another piece. I dropped it on the couch. She gave Harley a bite and then gave Maggie a bite. Maggie looked over at me, "Not eating again? You are one stupid Diva Dog!" She leaned over and snatched the two pieces of food I'd dropped on the couch. Then she snickered.
OK. It appeared I was going to starve if I didn't eat this diet stuff. So, I ate the next bite. I just swallowed it. Whole. 
Mama #1 gave me another piece. I tried chewing this one, because I just couldn't swallow another piece without chewing it up.
The Mamas won.
I ate the diet food.
It was good.
I mean, it was really, really good! No wonder my sisters and my cat sisters had emptied the food bowls! This was really good stuff!
I had to stop myself from gulping down all of the food in the bowl.
I let Mama #1 feed it to me, piece by piece. I couldn't let her think she'd won. I'll eat my usual bowl of food tomorrow.
But tonight, after Mama #1 finished hand feeding me, 

SHE FED ME TURKEY! AND HAM!

Life is good again.
Your favorite Diva,
Mabel

This is me, Mabel, finally feeling relaxed and happy after eating my ham and turkey.

I am so tired of cold weather!

This is me, Mabel, trying to walk through my backyard.

Hi all, Mabel here. I've had a horrible few days!

Horrible!

Most of my fans know that I hate cold weather (Cold = below 65 degrees) and wet weather (even damp weather!).

Well, it's very, very cold here.

There is icy white stuff everywhere.

It fell from the sky and it is going nowhere. It is just sitting in my backyard being cold and wet.

I want to file a complaint about this with someone.

My Mamas just laugh at me when I complain. 

 Here I am, leading my twin sister Harley to warmth & safety (I'm the one in front, just in case you can't tell us apart).

Just three very long days ago, I was laying in the sun, soaking up the warmth. 

What happened to my warm sun?

I want my warm sunny weather.
Now!
I might even be willing to go on a forced march, if it were warm again.
I'm desperate!
I'll wait under my magically warm blanket on my favorite comfy couch until my friend, the sun, comes back.
Until then,
Your Diva,
Mabel

This is me, Mabel, soaking up sun in my backyard. 

I hope to this again sometime very soon.

Dear Diva Mabel:

We need to talk.


It's been another sleepless night for me. 

As far as our sleeping space, I can't get anything 

bigger than a king-size bed. I'm very sorry about this. 

(Honestly, I am sorry). It'd  be so much easier to sleep at 

night if I had a bigger bed and had a little extra room to 

move around you and Harley and Maggie and your three cat 

sisters.


Did you know that dogs and cats (and Divas!) can actually 

curl up in a ball when they sleep. It's not necessary to sleep 

stretched out to your full length. And sticking 

your tail out straight  to maximize your space is just not fair.

And, some animals like to sleep very close together. Have 

you and your cat sisters ever thought about cuddling?

Quit laughing, Mabel. I'm serious.

Love,

Mama #2

(Soon to be known as Mama #4007---right after you read 

this)

Harley meets an itty bitty person

Hi all, it's me, Mabel, broadcasting to you from my favorite comfy couch.
 As you can see, I am carefully watching something/someone.
Now, you might ask, what am I watching?
I'm not really sure.
We, that is, me, Harley, Maggie and the Mamas, had a visitor this afternoon. It was an itty bitty tiny miniature person.
Astounding!
I have never seen anything like it! 

My identical twin sister, Harley, meeting the itty bitty miniature person. You can tell it's Harley because it says so on her name tag

A person I knew when I was just a pup, finally came to visit me today. I was so happy to see her again! She came to visit us with My Martha (my favorite person in the world besides my Mamas).

Exciting!

And, this itty bitty person came too.

Well, me and Harley didn't quite know what to do. This itty bitty person didn't have a lap to sit on. And he couldn't throw any toys for us to catch.

So, we sniffed a lot.

 This is my sister, Harley, sniffing the miniature person.

Maggie watched, from far away.

My older sister, Maggie, closely observes the tiny person.

I think we did everything right. 

He acted a little strangely.

He made gurgling noises.

He drooled.

He crawled on the floor.

I think he tried to chew on my table.

Everyone watched him like he was something very special.

Except for Mama #2.

She just took pictures, like the gadget freak that she is.

I think he was a human pup.

I hope Mama #2 doesn't decide to find a stray human pup to bring home and keep. (She really, really likes strays).

It was nice to have an itty bitty person as a visitor, but I don't think we need one of our own.

Are you listening, Mama #2?

Your Diva,

Mabel

I Miss Sunsets, aka "Midnight Marching"

I like sunsets.

Sunset is just starting at my favorite park

For a long time now, Mama #2 took Harley and I marching every night at sunset. 

I love being out at sunset.

I can't really see sunsets very well from my backyard. There's too many trees and wires and houses and stuff. I can see clouds,

Clouds, as seen from my (Mabel's) yard.

And, some nights, clouds are nice too.

But, I really like sunsets.

Another sunset at my favorite park

There's just something about all the colors in the sky and the shadows. 

Amazing.

Yes, it's amazing. 

I miss my sunsets.

Since everything moved later in the evening ("time change"), my forced marches are now taken in the dark.

The DARK!

I mean, it's really, really dark.

Something has to change about my evening forced marches.
I don't like marching in the dark! 
I don't like it just like I don't like marching when it's cold (below 65 degrees) or when it's wet (I hate wet grass, wet sidewalks, and wet streets!) or when the wind is blowing (I don't like the wind blowing my ears out of place). 

The wind blowing my ears when I was a young pre-diva. I didn't like it then and I don't like it now.

I drag my paws and walk v-e-r-y  s-l-o-w-l-y  when it's dark or cold or wet or windy.
I am miserable and I want everyone else to be miserable too.
I'd rather be at home under my magically warm blanket than marching in the dark.
Harley and Maggie don't mind the dark.
Mama #2 puts the neck ropes on them and away they go. If I weren't marching with them, they'd march so fast they'd almost run. And they'd enjoy it.
Amazing.
But, since it gets dark right after Mama #2 comes home, Harley and I have to march with Maggie, my super smart, know it all stepsister, instead of just the two of us.When Mama #2 used to get home earlier in the day, she'd take Maggie marching by herself and then take me and Harley out together.
It's really tough, trying to march in harmony with my sister, Maggie, and Mama #2, especially when I can't see more than a few steps ahead and cars with blindingly bright lights keep driving by.
I hate marching in the dark.
But I love sunsets.
Mama #2, please come home earlier if I'm going to have to march every night. We can go marching at sunset. I promise I won't drag my paws! 
(I reserve the right to change my mind later and maybe drag my paws).

 Another sunset. I didn't get to see this one in person, but I like the picture. Maybe I can go there one day.

Note: Mabel continues to have trouble adjusting to Daylight Savings Time. She really, really hates taking her walks after dark. Unfortunately, it does get dark earlier now, so she doesn't have a choice. If we're going to walk, she has to walk in the dark.

-----Mama #2

Everyone's Late!

Here I am, waiting for Mama #2 to get up. 

Hi everyone, Mabel here. I want to talk to you today about a very serious problem that's been going on for a full week in my house.

Late.

Everyone is late now.

The Mamas get up later every day. They leave in the mornings later. They even come home later every afternoon.

And, they go to sleep later at night, too.

What's going on? 

Harley and I bravely try to shake them out of bed every day. (I really do mean we are being brave; it's risky to wake up Mama #2 before she's ready to wake up!).

Harley specializes in jumping on a Mama; I specialize in sitting on a Mama's chest and staring into her face. Sometimes, I even have to bark a little.

Startling.

Maggie, she just complains because her breakfast is late. She runs around and barks now and then, telling Mama #1 that it's time for her (our) breakfast. Maggie doesn't like eating breakfast late and neither do I.

Thoughtless.

Our Mamas are not thinking about us and our poor, hungry stomachs.

I've never experienced anything like this, but Maggie says it's happened before. She reminded me of earlier this year, when the Mamas suddenly were early. They got up early, they left early, they fed us early, and so on. Maggie thinks this lateness may be related to their early spell.

I didn't mind eating early. 

I didn't mind the Mamas coming home early or even going to sleep early 'way back then.

Come to think of it, I don't really mind sleeping later now in the mornings. 

Mama #2 likes to do things to an extreme; it's always all or nothing. 

I think this is her fault.

Could we compromise? Sleep late, but get breakfast on time? Come home early in the afternoons, but stay up late?

That would be OK with me. And with Harley too.

So, could life just go back on it's normal schedule? Get up early, get breakfast on time, etc.?

This is Harley, asking the Mamas to get back on a regular schedule.

Note From Mama #2: Mabel is having problems adjusting to Daylight Savings Time. She really hates jumping an hour forward in the Spring, but usually does OK in the Fall. This year, she just can't seem to adjust---or maybe it's her stomach that can't adjust; Mabel and Harley really, really like to eat. A "late" breakfast is not OK.

Open house

Hi All, Mabel here. It's been a tough day.

This is me, Mable, sitting on my comfy couch. As you can see, I'm feeling a little nervous today.

Really.
It's been a really, really long, tough day at my house.
Our Good Neighbors (as opposed to our Really Noisy Neighbors) are having an Open House this weekend.
I think "Open House" means, "Everyone come and visit!"
This is what our street looks like:

There are many, many cars parked outside our home.

OK, that's not really a picture of my street, but that's what I think it looks like outside my house.

Horrifying.

All day, cars and people coming and going, coming and going. Doors slamming, people talking, laughing, and walking through my front yard.

It's enough to make my poor sister, Harley, feel a little crazy.

 This is my twin sister, Harley, looking and acting a little crazy.

This has been going on for hours and hours. What's a poor dog like Harley with an anxiety disorder to do? (Except feel anxious...).

Even Maggie, my super smart, unemotional, step-sister is a bit rattled with all of the noise outside.

This is Maggie, looking rattled.

And me, your Diva, is just hanging in there. 

Until next time,

Love to all,

Mabel

Halloween and a Photo Op

Hi, this is Mabel. I'm writing to you from my backyard, since I have been banished to the back of the house since the yesterday.
It's not as bad as exile to the dog room; we still have access to one small bedroom (and a real bed!) as well as the dog room and the entire backyard).
Our Mamas have left us for a couple of days. Our new friend, Huey, is taking care of us.

Thursday night, or Halloween, as some very strange people call it, passed almost quietly at my house. 
After an early scary warning about Halloween night:

We just heard that ghost and zombies would knock on our door! (and maybe a fairy princess, too). Harley's the bug-eyed twin on the right (in case you can't tell us apart).

Harley and I practiced relaxation exercises all afternoon so Harley wouldn't fall into a huge panic attack when the zombies arrived.

Here I am, coaching Harley on her deep breathing exercises. (I am the twin on top, just in case you can't tell us apart). Harley learned quickly how to breathe deeply and relax.

I'd barely finished Harley's relaxation training (and Harley was very relaxed), when Mama #2 said, "Time to go on a March." 

A Forced March.

Horrifying.

My twin was all relaxed and ready to snooze through zombies and ghosts coming to the house, and Mama #2 wanted to march.

Oh, well.

She put on our neck ropes and off we went.

Marching through the neighborhood.

Did I mention this is my most unfavorite time of year?

People put weird things in their yards.

Look at this:

 And this:

I marched quickly. I thought that if Harley didn't have time to look at the weird yards, she wouldn't dissolve into an anxiety attack.

We didn't see anyone on a horse, though.

Yes, I marched very quickly. Usually, I drag my paws and march very slowly so that I can sniff deeply and enjoy the smell smorgasbord for my nose.

No time for that today. I had to get Harley home and help her to relax before the zombies and ghosts came.

As we  marched, Maggie noticed the vans of people driving by.

Vans.

Driving by slowly.

People staring out their windows at us.

Scary.

Vans full of people, slowly driving beside us as we marched, then quickly driving away towards the scary yards.

Even I felt a bit anxious about all the vans. 

Harley was ready to start barking. And barking.

Maggie was thinking hard, trying to figure out what was going on. Why were all these vans driving beside us, and who were all these people staring at us? And why did they drive off and stop at the scary houses?

Did Mama #2 care? Nope. Mama #2 just kept on marching.

Suddenly, a van pulled up beside us. 

I jumped on Harley, just to keep her safe.  I was pretty sure this one was a dognap attempt.

Suddenly, Maggie realized what was going on; We were a stop on the Haunted House tour!

They'd spotted me, the Famous Diva, out on her daily march!

Amazing!

Harley, Maggie, and I quickly stepped into formation and began marching in perfect step. My Fans. I had to give them good photo ops.

The vans of people (my fans!) kept driving by us, slowly. We practiced our posing as we took our photo ops. I hope at least one or two make the national news.

Me, on the cover of Time Magazine.

I can only hope.

Anyway, after a long afternoon of marching and posing, we marched home to wait for the zombies to arrive.

Harley, Mama #2 and I hunkered down in the back room to await the arrival of the supernatural beings.

Harley chomped furiously on a chewy stick.

The doorbell rang, and the first group came and went. No problems. Harley just kept on chewing.

More people at the door. We heard Mama #1 say something like, "aren't you cute; what are you?" I felt Harley stiffen as she considered the possibilities of what kind of "cute" monster was at our door.

Amazing.

I had to jump on Harley just to keep her from running to the door to see what a "cute" monster/zombie/ghost looked like.

Anyway, the evening passed, and we survived. Harley did not have an anxiety attack and none of the zombies who knocked on the door tried to make Mama #1 into a zombie.

I wonder what it'd be like to be a zombie dog?

Never mind; Divas can't be zombies.

Halloween's over. Time for a nap. Haley's exhausted, that's why I have my ear over her head.