She doesn’t fetch balls — balls fetch her.
She has eight nipples. (Seven are spares.)
Sometimes she yawns so hard, she squeaks.
She is… The Most Interesting Dog in the World.

Today I took Rosy to the Marin Humane Society’s first ever Howl-o-Ween party for small dogs. She was one of about 12 little dogs, all decked out in costumes, to learn tricks and play on the agility equipment and, of course, eat lots of treats. There were people walking around with cameras and pictures will be posted on the Humane Society’s website at some point, but I did manage to snag a quick video of Rosy “bobbing for bones.”

Now we’re home and someone’s all tuckered out. Hey, what kind of Halloween party would it be if it didn’t end with a tummy ache?!

(The shirt says “I hunt with the big dogs.”)

We’re getting a lot less sun through the windows than we were over the summer (that’s what happens when you live on a shady hill!), and Rosy has taken to hanging out on the top step for the twenty or so minutes that the sun shines on it in the morning. Very cute.