Last night, with no trick-or-treaters to look forward to and no costume to speak of, it didn’t truly feeling like Halloween was on its way. Fast forward to 3am when little Chick tried her best to play some tricks on us sticking her nose in our faces and barking until we awoke. Then she squished her way under the covers until she settled in next to my feet. What a weird-o. And I thought Frasier’s 2am wake up calls to go outside and pee five times were bad. Punishment for her will be her pumpkin costume and a trip to Chicago Party Animals for Wicked Wagging Wednesday and lots of off-leash play.