Last night was awesome. Our people ran around the house, dressed up in silly costumes while we dogs made sure everything went as planned. It did, up until Buck decided to help himself to a few leftovers on the kitchen table. I'll admit, we are usually good at self-control, but every now and then our bellies tend to get the better of us. For Buck, a few morsels of pie can be enticing to the point of uncontrollability.
Even after Christy caught him, he was still trying to gobble down every last bit. And after all, once you're caught doing something naughty, you might as well make it worth it. Lucky for him, the night's events were far too uplifting for anyone to remain mad at anyone else, so things returned to fun and games rather quickly.
The people-pups came and went, their bags getting plump with treats that our people gave them. It was made clear to us that those treats weren't for us though. We would have our own to keep us satisfied. It's been that way for years now, but I've always been intrigued by the smell. It is quite wonderful, and it would seem okay for the people-pups to eat them, which makes me wonder why we can't.
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