Yes, I realize Halloween was a couple of days ago. But if you haven’t figured out by now that I’m not organized enough to post things in a timely fashion, then well. . . you haven’t been reading long. That’s how I roll.
We had a hunter this year. This has to be the easiest costume we have ever had. Mostly because my mother-in-law did it all. She found the camo pants because he had outgrown his old ones and during a trip to Tractor Supply she bought the vest and hat.
And this photo of my boy and his dog? That’s the bittersweet part. Last night Dixie was run over. So when I look at this and her looking at my boy so intently, it makes me sad. The life of a farm dog is a good, good life, but sometimes it is way too short. And that’s all I’m going to say about that.
My husband helped with an FFA Haunted House so he couldn’t go trick-or-treating with us this year. And even though my oldest boy was “too old to dress up” I made him go along. He was thrilled. Eye roll. But the experience definitely took an upward turn when he realized if he walked his little brother to the door of the house of people we know, they gave him candy even though he wasn’t dressed up.
The highlight of the evening was this conversation with my oldest son:
Him: Can we listen to music?
Turns on his iPod to one of my favorite songs.
He changes, mid-song, to another song.
Me: What? I love that song.
Him: Yeah, we’re going to have to listen to the radio a lot louder if we listen to that song.
Apparently, the extra volume was needed to cover up my singing. The nerve. That’s when I made him get out and walk.
No, not really. Really, I continued to sing and there was a lot of eye rolling. It was fun. Isn’t that what parents are for? To make their children learn to roll their eyes?
Really, singing is even better when it tortures the kids. And I’m sorry to hear about your dog. We too have lost many farm dogs to the busy country road we live on.
The sign of super-great parents is when their children have mastered the art of eye-rolling. Keep him rolling, Holly!
At our house dogs are part of the family….I am sorry you lost Dixie!