Today is a very important day. Not only is it All Hallows Eve, but it’s also my birthday. I am 10 years old – 70 in dog years, though I don’t feel it. What 70-year-old can run and play like I do? I’m still practically a puppy! I don’t have a hint of arthritis and my coat is in tip-top condition, resplendent with autumn colours.
Some dogs like to go to Hallowe’en parties and dress up in costumes, which is fine if you’re into that sort of thing. I prefer to drop in on my Fairy friends…
It’s very auspicious to have been born on All Hallows Eve. As well as being a time of mystery and magic, when the inter-dimensional barriers are at their thinnest, it’s also a time of ending so new things can come into being – a time of rebirth, if you like. What better time to have a birthday?
Only one thing spoils it for me, and that’s the FIREWORKS. We dogs find them much scarier than the odd discarnate spirit we see at this time of year – so keep us indoors, keep us company and keep the TV or radio on to mask the noise.