A Howl'o'ween Affair

This past weekend Fable and Hubs went on a spooky walk adventure.

They traveled the neighborhood admiring the displays and the Halloween spirit. It was not raining -- hurray! -- so they took their time, trundling down side streets and appreciating the giant spiders an enterprising neighbor strung up in a tree.

Leaves crunched on beneath shoes and paws, the air was crisp. It was a perfect day...

For mischief. 

Sure, Fabes had stared down an inflatable witch and growled menacingly at a giant spider -- it didn't attack, and that's because she protecc -- but there was more fun to be had for an enterprising doggo. I mean, it was Howl'o'ween!

When Hubs stopped to take a picture of the leaves and lights, Fabes decided it was time to appreciate her favorite decoration. Closely. With her mouth. 

In the time it takes to point a phone camera at a tree, she'd dug up a skeleton arm (that a neighbor had helpfully planted in their yard) and was proudly displaying her prize. 

Alas, Hubs had to return the arm to the fake grave from whence it came. She harumphed at him as he rearranged the dirt and guiltily glanced at the front door, and he told her that no, finding a fake arm in a lawn does not make it hers.

But Fabes knows the truth: that arm is hers now. 

She's just letting the neighbor borrow it.

Cheers,
Dee + Fabes