Trick or Treating...Lab style

We lost power on Halloween around 2:30 in the afternoon but the doggies wanted to go trick or treating anyway so off we went.

Harley was very very concerned that the Headless Horseman wouldn't find his head so we scoured the neighborhood.  H.B. kept reassuring him there was a new sheriff in town and H.B. would find the missing head.

After walking around the neighborhood, we finally headed home, headless.  We think the head must be somewhere buried among all the downed branches that came down during the freak winter snowstorm we had BEFORE Halloween.

Quail retired to the sofa...even a little devil needs to get some rest.

I didn't even know that hubby was getting dressed up for work until he came home with his eye make up still on -- I would have watched the show!