Trick or Treat

 

Our garage PM, Olive, has really gotten into the holiday spirit. Much to the Dabbler's surprise, she showed up bright and early this morning fully costumed. Not wanting her enthusiasm to be wasted on me alone, she asked that I extend a happy Halloween to all of her devoted fans. Unfortunately she can't eat the chocolate that is often distributed on this day, as she and her canine counterparts are highly allergic to the confection.


If you sense any irritation in her facial expression, it has nothing to do with the bovine duds. I swear they were of her choosing. Perhaps her annoyance has to do with the piles behind her, evidence of the Dabbler's inability to properly file and maintain her office. Olive wishes she had opposable thumbs so she could be PM of that vast project as well.

Boo! (Or should I say moo? Or ruff?)