It appears that today I am a punk rocker. Do you know what I really want to be today? A dog. A dog who Sarah leaves alone.
A cow? Really, Sarah? We aren’t even in Wisconsin! This is totally humoooliating.
Sarah, I have a poem to go with today’s costume: Roses are red, violets are blue, costumes aren’t sweet, and neither are you.
Pumpkin carving. I am the only one here in costume. It is even more embarrassing than normal.
Choppy the Dog 