Hallowe’en Birthday

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.

I really blend in, don’t I?

Unlike Pearl, who sticks out like a sore thumb.

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…

…or indulge in a spot of circle dancing.

We used to think this spiral labyrinth behind Three Cliffs Bay was some kind of ancient temple, but apparently it was made by a student in the 1970s.  Still, I suppose it’ll be ancient one day.

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.

Happy Hallowe’en!