Halloween

We got a second year out of the Dalmatian costume, though Alex was a wee bit too tall for it. Luckily it was still in the mid-sixties when we were out with two girls from the neighborhood, so all we needed underneath was a pair of light cotton pjs. Alex loved his first experience with Trick or Treating - he scampered along with the group, stood patiently with them at the door, and politely accepted treats that were offered. Until we got to the end of the street and started back. Then he didn't understand why we weren't heading up the same driveways we'd just come down. He lost it when I wouldn't let him visit the same house twice. So we called it a night and came home. Which was fine since none of us need the sugar.