“So Duke, you gorgeous hunk of Rottie dog power, what happened? Like, what’s the scoop? Even if I hate that human word!”

“A thing on DogBook, Suzy-Q. Hey, is that you real name? Even if I must admit it does work for a Yorkie . . . There was this thing saying Cesar Millan had been in town and packed the joint. I love that guy. Must tweet him some time. WOOF!!

“It’s so SCARY when you do that. And . . . what else?”

“Doggone CRAZY Suzy-Q. . . You know about Hallowe’en, right?”

“KNOW it? I HATE it! Firecrackers can scare the collar off a Yorkie!”

“This was different. These two very cool human places—Jewellery Artists 3D, the Jewellery Design people, and 3 Dog Bakery, the make-it-for-us people—had this idea to get a whole bunch of us dogs together, dress us up, and at noon on the day before Hallowe’en, would take us doggy trick or treating all over Point Grey Village.”

“Wow. Sounds fun. Like a long walk and endless food at the same time? It doesn’t get any better than that, huh? Did everyone bite? So to speak?”

“Unbelievably well, Suzy-Q. No less than one hundred and seventy five of us. The biggest, brightest, sniffingest, bunch of bow-wowsers I’ve ever seen. WOOF WOOF!”

“Don’t DO that!”

“Foxy Terrier dressed as a rabbit. Doober the Great Dane went as an IKEA checkout girl, Bobby and Bert had the usual rhinestones and designer shades.
With denim no less . . . those guys are sooo tacky! Chi Wawa as a piñata. And LOOT? I went home with three plaid jackets, two hot dogs, and a bag full of milk bones. See my teeth? Shiny, huh?”

“Wish I’d been there Rottie. Maybe next year.”

“And why weren’t you there, Yorkie?”

“Stop by on your next walk Rottie. A Yorkie called Randy has just moved in. Met him in a chat kennel. Hate to say it Rottie, but some things are even better than Hallowe’en !”