Since I knew Freddie was not a good fit for greeting trick-or-treaters, I elected Gloria to be the greeter. Oh, it's not that ole Freddie doesn't love kids. He does. A little too much. In fact so much that his puppy brain still gets so over excited when he sees them that he can't contain his jumping and pawing. He scares them. Enough said.
(Ceasar, back off!)
So, while Freddie was in the yard eating dirt yesterday afternoon, (again Ceasar, lay off)
I had a talk with Gloria.
"It's up to you girl." "Show them just how good and gracious bassets can be." "No barking, no pawing, and definitely no jumping and scaring the kids!"
"I hear ya Momma!"
As the trick-or-treaters started to arrive,
That's my grandbabies Cameron and Emma...errr...I mean....
....the Shark and the Butterfly!
Gloria took on her new role with flying colours,
Helping me hand out candy.
Until the noise started. The whining and howling and scratching from the other room where Mister Dramatica was. In fact, it got so bad our house did sound like the haunted scary house on the Crescent. So we did the only thing we could so the noise coming from our house didn't tramatize the little trick-or-treaters and give all the adults a headache. We let Fred out. From then on Gloria and him sat in the front window while Steve handed out candy from the front step. Problem solved.