Halloween @ Pawlicious Bakery!
I admit. I’ve a slight phobia of Halloween. Whenever I hear that the day is approaching, I pee a little in my (invisible) pants. And the reason is totally man-made. You see, on my very first Halloween, when I was a mere adorable, cuddly little nine month old puppy, my horrible stupid mummy thought it would be fun to dress me up. So she went to the stores and grabbed me … this. Apparently, stupid mummy didn’t get the memo that Halloween is two months BEFORE Christmas. So, yap, I ended up being Santa’s unwilling helper for Halloween. #Mummyneedsacalendar As if it wasn’t bad enough, it was actually a matching outfit to Mummy’s Santa-rina outfit. Yap, I was stuck in a tacky matching outfit with my mother. #ultimateloser #pleaseburnthesepictures Oh, and did I mention that she actually brought me to the Halloween Parade in the Village. And I got scared shitless by the zombies in the subway and started barking at them. And there was this guy in a shower curtain stained in blood. And …