to a new epawsode of Bacon’s SHOW&TELL
this time Bacon asked for a picture what fits to howl-o-ween . That’s NOT easy. The land were my mom grew up was behind the moon and they had NO howl-o-ween as she was a little girl. Butt they had carnival or Fastnacht and there they ran around in their clawstumes, ringed on the doors and asked for candy or moneeh..
My momma was a sun, a red riding hood, a chinese girl, a gipsy, a chimney sweeper, a princess and even a ho what led to a serious war in her pawrents crib….. butt there was one clawstume, what she really loved. And it wasn’t just a masquerade for her, the moment she jumped in that clawstume she was the one she represented:
She always dreamed to live with a tribe, to ride a black horse the whole day and to brush her eggs-tremely wonderful long black hair …. yeah… dream on momma…
The worst was, that they had one drama after another in their crib, because my momma wanted to wear that outfit even after the days of carnival. And my granny was seeding while she tried to avoid that my momma goes to school as Pawcowhoundass , swinging a tomahawk instead of a pen and smoking a pipe… and even when it is a calumet, no teacher will tolerate an 8 year old smoking girl in the class room…
Fortunately that days are over and that girl grew up …butt sometimes in her dreams she actually is Pawcowhoundass who rides her horse over an endless prairie, escorted by her silvermistygrey blood brother EasyHoundAss and closely followed by her defacto named CashCowHoundAss…. swinging her tomahawk and smoking her pipe… why not, she is old enough to smoke now :o)
It’s impawsible to make a switch from PawCowHoundAss to a pumpkin although both starts with a “P”, so here is my entry for the
Efurry year I wait for THE pumpkin, the perfect carving material, what results in AWWW’S and OHHHH’S when I present it to my friends…
…butt efurry year I get a rotten deformed orange marble what looks like one of the cannonballs Count Nominoë used to chase Charles the Bald away.
And this year the orange mispurchase fell down and landed nearly on my paws as I tried to remove that ugly beast from my counter. And after that I never turn my back on another pumpkin.
HAPPY FURRYDAY TO YA ALL