The spookiest ghosts were flying over head! Don't the lights at the Standard hotel look like scary eyes in the dark? There were loads of people and doggies having a great time. (If you biggify, you can see me at the bottom, waiting for someone to please throw the ball!)
I couldn't quite keep my googly frog eyes and crown centered on my head as I ran after balls. And I had to bark to Mom at the fence quite a bit to help me find a good ball. (She was taking photos with Asta's Mommi of the dogs as they arrived for the big costume contest.)
Just look at the great big bags of prizes! I've won one the past two years, so this year, I was fine to share the goodies with other doggies.
Rosie! You never told me you were coming to the party in my dragon costume from last year! Oh wait, it's just a cake! (Can you believe it???) Rosie is MUCH sweeter!
Here's Asta and her "brother by a different mother" Duffy as Little Red Riding Hood and Grandma Wolf. Duffy was so good about wearing those little glasses and we loved his big wolfie ears sticking out of his nightcap!
Pumpkin (who is a Goldendoodle, by the way, not a standard poodle. And she's also a girl Lacie, so not dateable) was Audrey Hepburn and won the prize for best dog over 30 lbs. She was so excited, she had to take a nap to recover in her Mom's lap!
Lexi came as the Cat in the Hat....
...and her baby twin sisters were Thing One and Thing Two! How cute is that?
It started raining right after the prizes were distributed so we headed home, stopping to admire the pumpkin patch, all lit up. Biggify these to see some of the wonderful carvings.
When we went out for a walk this morning, we ran into my friend Acadia who today was going by the name of Princess Tinkerbell. She very stylishly decide to wear her tiara backwards with the ribbons in the front. She is almost 3 years old - the perfect age for a fairy princess.
One of the Marc Jacobs shops was taking down their decorations (it will probably be Christmastime there by this afternoon!).
When we got home, I just knew Mom was hiding my treat bag from the party on top of the cabinet. I could almost reach it. (Our apartment is a disaster because painters are coming tomorrow. And we'll still be living here! Yikes!)
Whatdya mean "no treats until after breakfast?" Ah shucks. I'll just have to turn my laser beams on you!