The day started off as a normal Saturday usually does.
Sleep in, eat breakfast, get ready for the day, leave for work.
I had a few things on my agenda to do which included taking photos of my cousins football game, having coffee with an old friend and covering the Trunk or Treat event in Wellston. Luckily for me, the day flew by
Luckily for me, the day flew by and before I knew it I was headed home to my awaiting pup.
It was my first year to hand out candy as a homeowner. And I couldn’t wait.
I turned my front porch light on, opened the front door and patiently waited for my first trick-or-treater.
Bishop sat at my feet wagging his tail, happy I was home.
It was fun getting to give candy to the kids and trying to figure out what they were dressed as.
As the fourth group of kids came and left, I realized Bishop was acting differently.
Instead of sitting at my feet waiting for the next wave of kids, he was waiting at the door.
I got Bishop from a friend who, frankly, just didn’t want him anymore. My friend got Bishop from the pound, where he had spent most of his days.
In fact, Bishop had been brought back to the pound twice and he’s barely three-years-old.
I knew bringing this dog into my household would also bring stress and frustration.
What I wasn’t expecting was the many good times and laughs I’ve had, even though he can’t speak.
It’s been interesting watching this dog learn how to be social with other dogs at the park, discover the joys of a squeaker toy, indulge in a peanut butter-filled treat and just have fun being a dog.
Halloween was just another adventure for him.
Since there are no street lights on my street, there was no way of seeing the kids in costume until they were at my door.
I could hear two kids walking up from the friction of their costumes. Bishop waited at the door excited to greet them.
All of a sudden, a massive chicken emerged out of the darkness and Bishop quickly decided there was imminent danger.
His deep growl and abrupt retreat to the kitchen made me laugh so hard I almost peed my pants.
He may not be the protective type, but at least he knows how to put a smile on my face.