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.