This year I was a monkey.
The hood on the costume sorta gave me an instant eye lift. But, on the plus side, the costume came with a squeaky banana! That was FUN. Well, except for when Mom forced me to stop playing so she could take a picture...
Luckily for me, Mom's camera died at that point. So, she plugged it in to charge. When she did that, I started rolling on my squeaky banana and managed to roll myself completely out of my monkey costume! Then, I attacked it and plucked that monkey fur like crazy.
Mom pulled the camera off of the charger and got this pic...then the camera died again. He he he.
So on Friday I had another appointment at the vet. The vet wanted to see me again to see if my skin infection and allergies were better yet. Mom decided that I should be a monkey at the vet's office, so I went in costume.
It took five weeks of antibiotics and a month of steroids, but I beat that stupid infection! The vet said I was finally all better. In fact, she said that she'd never seen my skin looking so good! And of course the vet and all of the techs oohed and aahed over my costume. They even took pictures!
Then after a nasty shot in my hiney (I was overdue for something-or-other), we were back in the car to head home. When we got home, Mom made me a monkey yet again...
And then we were off to trick-or-treat at our favorite neighbor's house!
The hood didn't stay up long. I hated that thing.
Trick or treat!!!
When I went inside I checked out the goods. The blanket, "Princess" bowl of water, blue bowl of milkbones, and the bully sticks -- those are normally out for me. (My neighbor ROCKS.)
On this visit, though, my neighbor had a sack of toys out special for this trick-or-treating monkey! I rolled on it. Just rolled and rolled on the entire sack.
I played for a little bit, then I announced to both Mom and my neighbor that I was DONE with the monkey costume.
I was sure a hit with the people at the vet's office and with the neighbor. Glad Halloween is over, though...enough of that monkey business!
