Bunny here at the keyboard to share our visit to the nursing home last night.
Since it was just Morgan and me going this time, we decided to coordinate our costumes. I went as Red Riding Hood and Morgan went as the wolf. We had fun getting the costumes ready this week.
I was pleasantly surprised to see that we weren't the only dogs wearing costumes this year. In the past, there haven't always been dogs willing to dress up and share in the festivities, but I am pleased to announce that we have been an inspiration. All but three of the dogs had some sort of costume on. The residents at the nursing home were so happy to see everybody.
We didn't get any Milkbones this time, but we did get a lot of attention. Everyone complimented me on my cuteness, and of course, they couldn't resist petting me. That's the real reason I go to the nursing home. It's great if you suffer from feelings of low self-esteem, because everybody fusses over how cute, soft, well-behaved and special you are.
When Morgan and I weren't together, sometimes people weren't sure what our costumes were. One of the nurses guessed that Morgan was a nursing home resident. That cracked everybody up! Even Morgan was amused.
After a while, it got a little too warm in there, so Dad took Morgan's wig off and wore it himself. Sadly, he won't let us post pictures of that. It was pretty funny, though! I was glad I had my Halloween collar on, because I did take off my cape after a while, too. They keep it pretty darned warm there in the nursing home.
I am pretty sure that Morgan is glad that our costume wearing is over until next year. When the trick or treaters come to the house, we'll all just wear Halloween collars and bandanas. Mom has promised that next year there won't be anything that has to go on Morgan's head. She's already very happy about that, and so is Dad.