Winston’s Dapper Halloween

Well, dear reader. This year’s Halloween season has officially come to a close, and you’ll be very disappointed to hear that all my stress and anxiety about my costume choice, along with your advice and input on what I should do, amounted to ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. Let me tell you why.

So, you see, dear reader. I fell for the classic Halloween trap. The trap that millions of people fall victim to year after year after year. If you know, you know. If you don’t, let me spell it out for you.
I didn’t order my costume in time.

Now, before you start casting blame my way, let me remind you that I’m just a wee little lad. Sure, I might be able to conquer the world or even take down some bad guys, but when it comes to adulting—like making decisions, entering credit card information, or keeping track of shipments—well, let’s just say those tasks are quite daunting for a dog of my stature. Apparently, I underestimated the importance of planning ahead.

Before I knew it, Halloween had come, and I was left with no costume. But, being the resourceful and determined dog that I am, I refused to give up. I scoured my closet for any potential Halloween costumes and came up empty-pawed. I even considered wearing a bedsheet and going as a ghost, but then I remembered I was pretty short on bed sheets since I had used most of them for my makeshift fort. Oh, the irony.

But fear not, dear reader. I did not give up hope. In a last-ditch effort, I raided my parent’s closet and found a pretty nifty bowtie. And just like that, my Halloween costume was born: a dapper dog.
I rolled up to the parties, looking like an absolute stud. Sure, it was no Yoda or Batman, but it was cute and charming in its own way. And let’s be real, nobody can rock a bowtie quite like me. So, even though my Halloween costume plans may have fallen through, I still had a great time trick-or-treating and spending time with my aunties. And isn’t that what really matters during the spooky season?

But mark my words, dear reader. Next year, I will be prepared. My costume will be ordered months in advance – heck, I might even go order it right now – and nothing will stand in the way of me being the best-dressed dog on the block. Or at least in my own household. Until then, let’s just enjoy some leftover candy and reminisce on another Halloween gone by too quickly.

Stay dapper, stay whimsical.
-Winston