DOGHOUSE

This is my den while MB and Clem are away during the day. It's not quite as large as it seems to be. Not sure whether you can see the big fluffy fake wolves' fur pillows that pad the back portion. I'm reclining atop a fleece blankie which is stretched over foam padding on a wood frame. I haven't finished the inside. MB suggested framed pictures of herself and Clem. I'd rather have a dead squirrel.

HALLOWEEN LOKEY

Ok, I did have a little bit of fun. You have to admit that the bat ears "worked." People gasped and clapped and made all sort of rewarding sounds. Here I am at Helios' bar giving MB the fright of her life for the upteenth time that evening.

HALLOWEEN

Halloween was somewhat different from our usual outings, though not spectacular, as MB and Clem has promised, and I didn't get any treats out of it. (Can you believe that?) MB wore an enormous spider on her head and Clem had pointed ears and horns. MB can pull off scary and sinister without benefit of a costume, but Clem's effort to look scary and sinister completely failed. There were infants swaddled in pumpkin outfits that inspired more fear that evening than Clem's version of Satan.

At least we weren't roaming about in our own neighborhood. If Jasmine the Boxer or Max the Mutt, or worse, Zeul the Belgian Malinois had seen me, I'd never hear the end of it.

Witness, in the front yard, Clem's concept of of seasonal "tableau vivant" which features and M.B. and him rendered in vegetables. Notice that I am "represented" by an amphibian. Is this art? You be the judge.

PIGEON

This is Pigeon preparing for take-off. "Take-off" for Pigeon means uttering a little shriek and smashing into the nearest picture on the wall.