HAPPY HALLOWEEN FROM THE POODLES OF PARK AVENUE, WRITTEN BY KAREN-CHERIE COGANE!

Fast Forward to 10/31 with Simone, the Park Avenue poodle: “I have Cousin Itt tresses, so stop the presses! I’m at our ‘Doggie Howl-O-Ween Soiree,’ in honor of this fun day. Hurray!

My parents, Raymond and Grace, are giving a small bash for a few of our human pals and furry friends from our building.

My doggie bud, Charmaine, the Bichon, and Lexi, my BFF, the English Sheepdog, are here, along with my black poodle boyfriend, Ricardo.

Frank, my dog walker, is also at the party, supervising Mojito, my wacky Chihuahua walking partner.

Mojito is dressed as a pumpkin again this year. Apparently, the Chihuahua was so enthused to reprise his costume that Frank agreed. And take it from me, there’s not much Mojito is enthused about, except, well, girl doggies.

I’ll admit that the Chihuahua looks cute. Frank told me he brought the CBD biscuits to calm the loony Mojito down. No tantrums allowed, not that it’s stopped him before. He also flavored Mojito’s water with lavender to start the relaxing effect.

Jorge, Ricardo’s person and our chef, made lots of doggie and people treats that look yummy to eat.

Orange and chocolate cake with orange and black icing (with candy witches on top), pumpkin pie with black icing, and ghost topped cupcakes, look great. Chocolate meringue shaped liked spiders look spooky. There’s steak with orange squash and carrots, that will be a hit. And you all: Jorge made them all!

The humans will drink Grand Marnier, orange juice with candy spiders, and hot chocolate with orange whipped cream. And there are lots of pumpkin spice lattes. Or if they prefer, they can have chocolate flavored soda or orange soda. Bien sur, there’s wine, too. Yahoo! Pooches will sip orange flavored Perrier.

A big bowl of caramel apples will tempt everyone, except doggies cannot indulge.

There’s candy galore: M & M’s, candy corn, marshmallows, Hershey bars, Three Musketeers, Reese’s peanut butter things, Milky Ways, licorice, and more! Most of the sweets are wrapped. There’s even candy shaped as eyeballs, fingers, pumpkins, ghosts, and monsters for hims and hers.

Due to the corona virus, there is no Central Park bash. So, mom made our apartment Halloween festive with orange tiger lilies, fake ghosts, paper spiders, cotton spider webs strung across the living room, real pumpkins, and orange and black dishes and cups. Scented candles in the shape of ghosts (vanilla) and pumpkins (pumpkin spice) are lit, and the glimmering lights look so pretty.

There is a big scarecrow standing in the living room and a large skeleton hanging on our living room mantle. A replica of “Thing,” the big hand from The Addams Family is sitting on an end table, and it looks, well, eerie.

Grace went all out, and that’s what it’s all about! I don’t know where she finds all these things, but mommy rates! She’s born to decorate.

Rewind to a few days ago: Frank told me this year he and mom agreed to dress me as Cousin Itt from The Adams Family TV show, since I have white hair, and it would be easy. They straightened my poodle hair with a flat iron, brushed my tresses forward, and put glasses on me, and voila, I’m Cousin Itt!

Back to the Halloween party: My reaction to seeing my Cousin Itt look is, ‘I wanted to be glamorous, like me, a poodle fashionista, but I guess it’s funny. And now I know what Lexi, my Sheepdog BFF goes through with all that hair in her eyes.'

Grace is dressed as Morticia from The Addams Family, and wears a long black straight-hair wig, a sleek black gown with long flowing sleeves, and black shoes. Raymond’s costume is Gomez, Morticia’s, uh, handsome husband: He wears a black suit, a black shirt, and black shoes.

Frank, our dog walker, is dressed as Dracula, and he looks scary with his fake fangs and fake blood on the corner of his mouth. He’s wearing all black, including a black cape, and has his brown hair dyed black, and slicked back. The front of his hair has a widow’s peak. Eek!

Jorge, Ricardo’s person and our chef, is dressed as Lurch, the butler, and is wearing a butler’s uniform, and appropriate to the theme, face makeup. The dapper Jorge looks uncharacteristically humorous in this get-up.

If only Ardsley, our real English butler could see this, he would make fun of Jorge’s costume, and would probably say: ‘Hey, Jorge, do you want to take over my butler’s job and see what actual work is? All you do is bake and cook a few things (more like a million things), stand there with your poodle (Ricardo), and flirt with the ladies (Really, the women flirt endlessly with him). Jorge, you come from Harlem, just have a fancy dog, and now you both live in a Park Avenue penthouse. You have a caniche and hob-knob with the riche!'

I imagine that Ardsley would continue: 'Lucky you! Okay, I’ll give you that you’re good lucking and know how to cook, but I trained formally at the Thames Butler Academy, and waited on royalty. Now I live in a small apartment, serve people, and work like a dog. Yes, the Margerys’ are very nice, but it’s not fair! You live the good life! What's next? A gorgous wife?’

It’s jealousy with a capital J, regarding how Ardsley feels about Jorge.

Mojito looks much fuller than his usual skinny self with his little head sticking out of the pumpkin suit.

Costume or not, I wonder what commotion the Chihuahua will cause today. Complain, complain, complain, that’s all he does.

Mojito comes up to me and looks at me closely: ‘Simone, is that you under all that hair?’

I answer: ‘Yes, it’s me.’

Mojito: ‘Who are you supposed to be?’

Me: ‘Guess?’

‘I don’t know. A furry dog? A sheep?’ Mojito replies. ‘But do you like MY COSTUME? Don’t you think I look HANDSOME?’

‘I guess so,’ I say.

Mojito: ‘What? That’s all?’

‘Okay, you look cute and bright,’ I tell him.

‘Come on! Girl dogs will surround me and pick me like I’m the best pumpkin in a pumpkin patch! I’m irresistible Sultan Mojito, and my harem will come to my apartment and wait on me!’ Mojito brags.

Frank: ‘Have you been sipping Mojito’s, Mojito? You’re crazy!’

Ricardo whispers to me: ‘Got that right.’

‘Tell me, where will you meet this harem, Mojito, that you’ve been talking about for, like, forever? Where and when will you meet even one girl dog? This isn’t the Roman Empire with sultry women dancing around and feeding the emperor grapes!’ I tell him.

Mojito answers: ‘Sounds good to me, but dogs aren’t supposed to have grapes.'

‘Just grow up, you narcissistic Chihuahua. You’re not the only dog in the world! And you’re totally delusional!’ I snap.

‘No, I’m not! And don’t worry about me. I have my ways. I’m the best canine -- the most eligible catch of Park Avenue! I rule the world! I’ll snap my fingers, and they’ll come running!’

‘The nuttiest dog on Park Avenue! Your ego is so inflated, it’s like a balloon that is going to burst! And, hey, you don’t have fingers,’ I say to Mojito.

‘Okay, my paws,’ he says.

Frank: ‘Stop being conceited, Mojito! And get real.’

Mojito rolls his eyes and turns in fast circles: ‘You don’t understand me. Si! Don’t understand me!’

That dog is making me dizzy.

Charmaine, the Bichon, looks adorable, dressed as a Starbucks coffee cup. She’s here with Sally, her pet mother, who is wearing a stylish dress. Charmaine is on a leash for now, and any guesses, what Sally is holding in the other hand? A Starbucks coffee cup (that is empty).

We have a bit of an issue, though, if you can call it that. Lexi and I are twins tonight, well, sort of. I guess it’s comical.

Lexi is here with her pet mommy, and she is ‘Cousin Itt’ from the Addams Family, too. Didn’t know we’d be basically duplicate, especially since Lexi was Cousin Itt last year. I must admit that Cousin Itt is not much of a stretch for an English Sheepdog. They just gave Lexi a good brushing and put glasses on her to become: ‘Cousin Itt!’

But in real life Lexi needs short bangs or her front head fur in a barrette, so she can see better. That dog has too much fur, and that’s coming from me, a poodle.

Mom straightened my hair, did a downward brushing and light spraying, and added wire rimmed glasses on me. I stare at myself in the mirror and do a double-take: ‘OMG, is that me?’ Then I think, ‘It looks silly, but I’m Cousin Itt today!’

Moi: 'Lexi, hi there!' Then I lift the fur out of her eyes, so she can really see me.

Lexi: ‘Hi, Simone! Wow! We can be twins, since we’re both Cousin Itt!’

Me: ‘Yes, how about that? We should be in the Addams Family TV show, if they do a re-make, or a movie! But, Lexi, please make sure Mojito stays away from you. He’s got such a crush on you. You’re all he talks about these days.’

‘Really?’ Lexi asks.

I respond: ‘Yes, you have no idea! He’s obsessed with you!’

Lexi: ‘I knew he likes me, since you told me, but I didn’t know it is that much!’

‘Trust me,’ I say. ‘He’s a certified NUT, and he’s made up his mind that he wants you. He imagines you as part of his large harem. So, keep your distance, socially and otherwise.’

‘His harem?’ Lexi asks.

Me: ‘Yup, he lives in a delusional world. Thinks he’s the sultan of Park Avenue and that he’ll have, like, 68 wives. And you are at the top of his list! He wants me, too! And he has no girls, I said, NO GIRLS! A real loony!’

Lexi laughs and says: ‘Wow! He’s crazy!’

‘And lucky me, I get to walk with him, 3 times a day, 7 days a week,’ I tell her.

Lexi: ‘What fun. Just kidding.’

‘So, stay clear of Mojito, okay? Promise me?’ I stress.

‘Okay, Simone. I will try to, but it might be hard to avoid him at the party. What will I do if he comes over to me? I might not be able to tell or prevent him,’ Lexi inquires.

‘Rest assured, Frank and I will be watching him. Don’t worry, if the Chihuahua starts walking over to you, Frank will stop him in his tracks. See you later, and have fun,’ I tell Lexi.

Lexi: ‘I will. You too, Simone.’

Then I scamper over to Frank and Mojito, so the Chihuahua doesn’t notice me with Lexi. But it’s hard to miss Lexi. She is, shall we say, not tiny.

Then, guess what happens?

Mojito remarks: ‘It’s It!’

I answer: ‘Yes, I’m Itt’!

My luck is that Mojito sees Lexi and states: ‘No, she’s It!’

‘Yes, but I’m Itt, too!’ I answer.

‘But she’s really It! Look at her!’ Mojito responds.

Moi: ‘We’re both Itt, Mojito!’

Mojito: ‘Well, she’s perfectly It!’

‘You mean ‘Cousin . . .’ I clarify.

The Chihuahua asks: ‘Cousin what?’

I correct Mojito: ‘Cousin Itt! That’s what!’

‘You’re cousins? But you’re a poodle and she’s a Sheepdog, so how can you be cousins?’ Mojito wonders, looking confused.

‘No,’ I tell him.

‘You’re not a poodle?’ Mojito asks.

‘Of course, I am a poodle,’ I retort. ‘But actually, we’re not cousins. Today, we’re kind of like twins!’

‘You and Lexi are TWINS?’ the Chihuahua questions.

I emphasize: ‘Don’t we look like that? I mean, she’s bigger, but today, we look alike. I’m Itt, and she’s Itt!’

The Chihuahua: “I don’t get it . . . I really don’t . . . ‘

‘That figures,” I reply.

‘Lexi and you have the same doggie mommy and daddy? How? Was your daddy a Sheepdog and your mommy a poodle? A romance between a Sheepdog and a poodle. Hmm. See, anything is possible.’

‘No, stupid, I mean, silly,’ my parents are both poodles, and Lexi’s are both Sheepdogs,’ I explain.

Mojito: ‘Then, how can you be twins?’

‘We’re not twins,’ I correct.

‘But you just said you are. Maybe you were separated at birth? Maybe you didn’t know you have a twin sister? But you’re not identical twins. Did you have a DNA test?’ Mojito scoffs.

Me: ‘You’ve been watching too many soap operas, Mojito.’

The Chihuahua: ‘What’s a soap opera?’

‘A daytime drama, that involves passion, romance, mystery, crime, and long-lost identical twins, like on the Pretty and the Ruthless,’ I tell him.

Mojito: ‘Well, Frank soaps me up in the tub these days, and I don’t watch opera.’’

‘Earth to Mojito: I meant you sound like you’re referring to soap operas that are on TV during the day,’ I reveal.

‘Oh, never heard of TV soaps, but I know about ‘Zest’ and ‘Dial’ soap, and soap for doggies.’

I burst out laughing: ‘Are you all there, Mojito? I don’t think so.’

Mojito persists: ‘So, you and Lexi are twins?’

My reply: ‘No! No! I said we look like twins, since we’re both Itt today!’

Mojito: ‘No, she’s It, and you’re you.’

‘We’re both Itt for Halloween!’ I insist.

‘Okay, Simone, whatever you say. But don’t be jealous just because I like Lexi, I mean, really like her. The fur in Lexi's eyes gives a striking element of surprise!’ the Chihuahua emphasizes.

I laugh: ‘Jealous? Me? Of your liking Lexi?’

Mojito: ‘Yes! Yes! Yes! Admit it, Simone. You’re very jealous. Don't hide it.’

My response: ‘First of all, there’s no you and Lexi, and there won’t be, Mojito. Get that crazy idea out of your mixed-up head! And I am not jealous. I love Ricardo.’

‘Ricardo . . . Ricardo . . . Ricardo . . . But you really want me, Simone, don’t you?’ the Chihuahua remarks.

I get angry: ‘Just stop it, Mojito! I’m losing my patience. You’re the one who is trying to get me jealous. That’s why you keep talking about all the other girl dogs that you want. You’re trying to get me miffed. And it’s not working!’

Frank: ‘Come one, you two. It’s Halloween. Can’t we have fun?’

‘Ask HIM! He’s always creating trouble. It follows him wherever he goes!’ I insist.

Mojito mimics me and then boasts: ‘I can’t help it if I’m irresistible. I’m like Jorge, but on four legs. The girls can’t stay away from me, and you have the hots for me, too, Simone!’

I get huffy and walk away, and then come back: ‘I’m not going to let you get to me. So there! Be that way. I’m going to enjoy the Halloween shindig that my parents are giving. And if you keep acting up, Frank will take you home or put you in another room and close the door, right?’ I say.

Frank feeds Mojito some CBD treats and tells him: ‘Right. Either behave or you’re going into a back room until the party is over, Mojito. Understand?’

Mojito eats the treats and responds: ‘I like these things. They’re so good. Okay, I’ll behave, and I feel a little drowsy. But I’m still kind of confused.’

I clarify: ‘You’re always confused, Mojito. Let’s just leave it that Lexi and I are both Itt; We’re Cousin Itt for Halloween! Cousin Itt was this hairy thing on The Addams Family TV show, and that’s what we’re dressed as. It’s just a coincidence.’

‘Huh? Oh . . . You’re both Cousin It for Halloween, right?’ Mojito asks.

‘Understand now, Mojito?’ I question him.

The Chihuahua: ‘I think so, but you don’t look like cousins. How can you be from the same family? Lexi’s a Sheepdog, and you’re a poodle.’

‘Listen up,’ I tell him.’ ‘Lexi and I are dressed as Cousin Itt for Halloween, but we’re not cousins! We’re not related. Boy, are you thick! Got it?’

Eyeing Lexi, Mojito emphasizes, ‘Okay, but Lexi still looks adorable, and I want her.’

I tell him flatly: ‘Just leave her alone. She’s too big and sweet for you.’

He gives me a dirty look and growls: ‘No, she’s paw-fect for me. I can cuddle up with her in the cold weather. She’ll keep me warm. Maybe we’ll have cute Sheepahuahua puppies!’

Me: ‘R-I-G-H-T, Mojito. Don’t you dare go near Lexi. Just get a blanket, would you?’

With his chin up in the air, Mojito stands on his hind legs and howls, and I exclaim: ‘Hey, Mojito, this is your holiday, Howl-O-Ween! You fit right in. All you do is howl, like a wolf! Maybe you’ll find a tiny girl who makes wolf sounds like you, and you’ll be the Howling Duo!’

‘Ha! Ha! Size doesn’t matter. Big or small, I want them all! And I have very melodic barks,’ the Chihuahua responds.

Frank, Ricardo, and me burst out laughing at Mojito’s ridiculous comments.

‘Yeah, if you’re tone deaf, I state.

Mojito enthuses: ‘I’m the talented Chihuahua with a musical bow-wow! I'll perform on stage and on TV. You'll see!’

‘Can you stop talking nonsense for maybe a nano second? You’re giving me a headache,’ I emphasize.

To spite me, Mojito runs away from Frank and dashes over to a big bowl of Halloween brownies. He stands on his hind legs and snatches one. It’s got white icing and orange sprinkles on it, which are now on Mojito’s face: ‘Yum! This is delicious!’

Frank chases after him, and while wiping off the Chihuahua’s visage, he scolds: “Mojito, cut it out! These brownies are for humans. Dogs aren’t supposed to eat them!’

‘Who cares? I’ll eat what I want! So there! I’m the king! Trick or treat? I can’t be beat!’ the Chihuahua snaps and tries to take another brownie.

Before Mojito succeeds, Frank swoops him up: ‘You’re obnoxious, and you better behave, or I’m taking you home! Understand?’

Looking surprisingly guilty, Mojito says: ‘Si.’

Frank and I stroll over to one of the snack tables and are enjoying sampling the yummies. We leave Mojito on the chair, as he is asleep presumably.

About ten minutes later, we return, and Mojito has disappeared!

Guess where he lands? In the land of Lexi! We find Mojito napping under Lexi. We see Mojito because his orange pumpkin-costumed head is sticking out!

Promptly, we run over to Lexi, and my dog walker shakes his head, looking very annoyed.

Me: ‘Lexi, are you okay? Are you?’

Lexi tells me: ‘Sort of, but I’m sorry, Simone. I couldn’t stop Mojito. He came over and complimented me. I told him to go, but before I knew it, he was under me, and conked out. His costume is tickling me.’

My reply: ‘I’m not surprised. He’s uncontrollable. What did I tell you? I guess the CBD treats that Frank gave Mojito to calm him made him sleepy. So sorry, Lexi.’

Mojito wakes up: ‘Oh, Lexi. Hi. It’s so comfy under you. I can get used to this. Happy Halloween! Do you want to become one of my wives, so we can always snuggle? We’ll be the couple of the century!’

Lexi: ‘Uh . . . No, Mojito, I live with my pet parents, and I’m very happy.’

‘But you’ll be happier with me, I promise you. I live in a penthouse on Park Avenue, and you can live there with me,’ Mojito brags.

Lexi is upset: ‘I live on Park Avenue, too, in this building, and no, Mojito!’ and her pet mom in a huff walks Lexi into another room to get away from Mojito.

Frank picks Mojito up: ‘If you keep acting up, there will be no more goodies, and I’m not kidding, young man! And it’s a good thing we found you in one piece because unknowingly, Lexi could have smushed you! What were you thinking crawling under Lexi? Huh?’

The Chihuahua: ‘It looked like a cozy place, and with all of Lexi’s fur, it is! It’s so soft and warm!’

Frank: ‘Don’t do that again. Lexi deserves respect, and you should not be laying under her. Didn’t I tell you not to go near Lexi?’

Mojito: ‘Yes, but I couldn’t resist.’

‘Well, you better resist because I won’t bring you to any parties or any place where Lexi is anymore, if you keep this up. Let this serve as a warning,’ Frank says.

Mojito: ‘Please don’t do that, Frank. At least let me look at her. Lexi’s so pretty.’

‘All you can do is look, Mojito, from a distance. That’s it. I’m teaching you a lesson,’ Frank stresses.

The Chihuahua: ‘Okay, I’ll just stare at Lexi, but how can she become one of my wives then?’

Frank shouts and points his finger at Mojito: ‘Lexi will not be your wife or anything else. Leave her alone!’

The Chihuahua answers: ‘You’re scaring me. You’re a vampire, Frank, so are you going to bite me? Are you? I thought you were a real man.’

Frank: ‘What? Oh . . . I should do that as Dracula. That might be a good idea, but no. This is just my costume.’ Staring at Mojito, he elaborates: ‘But you must calm down, or I’ll take off your pumpkin costume.’

‘No, please don’t do that. I like being a pumpkin now. Sorry. Now can I have another treat? I’ll behave.’

Me: ‘Yeah, R-I-G-H-T.’

Frank whispers to me: ‘They’re only to calm him down,’ and feeds Mojito three more CBD treats. Frank plants him on his lap on a living room chair, and thankfully, the Chihuahua falls asleep again.

The rest of the party is going very well. People social distance and wear masks when they’re not eating. The humans and pooches are having a really good time, and the food is great.

No trick or treaters have come to our door, but mom has bags of wrapped candy ready, just in case. I miss the kiddos, but hopefully, next year, Halloween will be back as we know it.

Then Mojito wakes up, and seems zen, thanks largely to the CBD biscuits. Frank is holding him on his lap, but you never know what the wierdo canine's next move will be. Our dog walker is keeping close watch on Mojito.

FYI, everyone loves Charmaine dressed as a Starbucks coffee cup. People compliment Mojito, but me and Lexi are the hits of the soiree. Yay!

Ricardo is going as himself for Halloween since he doesn’t really like costumes. Maybe I can convince him to dress up next year.

There’s a Halloween costume contest, and Jorge is the judge, and Lexi and me tie for First Prize as Cousin Itt! We get a gold doggie bone trophy, but it’s not edible. Darn.

Charmaine gets Honorable Mention as the Starbucks coffee cup and receives a silver bone trophy, and she is happy.

Mojito gets jealous and starts yapping: ‘How come I didn’t win? Huh? I’ve got the cutest costume! I’m a pumpkin! It’s just not fair! Simone wins everything! Everything! It’s nptsm since her mommy and daddy are giving the party.’

Me: ‘It’s N-E-P-O-T-I-SM. And I won because I’m the cutest, and Lexi is too, since we tied for First Prize.’

Mojito persists: ‘It’s still not right.’

Frank: ‘Stop complaining, Mojito. That’s all you ever do!’

Mojito plans to make a move on Lexi and says: ‘I’ll congratulate Lexi now and shake her paw!’

Frank puts an end to that: ‘Oh, no you won’t! You’re staying right here . . . right here with me!’

What did I tell you? There is always an uproar when Mojito is around. Thank goodness CBD dog treats were invented to calm the Chihuahua down. Frank is so smart to bring them. I mean, he had to do something to control Mojito.

But I’ll think positive, since I’m keen for Halloween.

Here’s the Halloween tome by me, Simone:

'Painted pumpkins, magical princesses, and superheroes . . .

A mermaid that looks like the sea is blue as can be.

Zombies, goblins, and ghosts spook me the most. Yippee! It's ghostly!

Witches, spiders, and vampires . . .

Werewolves, bats, and black cats . . .

Monsters and butterflies, oh my!

Scarecrows, owls, and Chihuahuas that howl . . .

A haunted house, a full moon, and a sinister goon . . .

Creepy sounds and a skeleton that goes around . . .

Frankenstein and creatures that are hairy are scary.

Dracula carries a baking spatula and dons a chef’s hat. Imagine that! He makes culinary delights and then takes a bite!

It’s Halloween -- a night of nights and full of fright! It’s out of sight!

Orange and black and colors galore, and there’s more.

Mickey Mouse and his spouse, Minnie Mouse . . .

A ladybug and her love, man bug . . .

Kermit the Frog and Miss Piggy, his other half, garner a laugh.

Big Bird is dressed in yellow and is far from mellow.

A four-legged friend who is costumed as an ape and a canine dressed in a cape . . .

Creatures of the deep and Little Bo-Peep . . .

The President and his posse, and a jazz dancer who performs Fosse . . .

It’s spooky, and some get-ups are kooky.

Boo! Boo! It’s scary . . . It’s fun . . . Time to frolic and run!

Let’s do the Monster Mash, and dash over to the food cause’ I’m in the mood!

Give me a steak bone in a tote, and I’ll gloat.

How about a Jack-o-lantern filled with wrapped candy corn? The more, the merrier, and quench my thirst with Perrier.

Can I please have the good stuff? Bacon, carob, and peanut butter snacks aren’t enough.

I want kids’ treats to eat.

If you throw in Charleston Chews, I’ll say: ‘Yahoo!’

I’ll even stay if you feed me a Milky Way.

Toss in M & M’s, Kit Kats, and Mars bars.

Orange Peeps will make me leap!

Offer me some Hershey bars and taffy, and I’ll be happy. I’m a dog, it’s true, but today I want to be just like you.

When I bark: ‘Trick or Treat!’ I want something sweet to eat!

Can I please have candy bars or a yummy cupcake? It won't be a mistake.

Or how about making doggie-friendly candy? That would be dandy.

Halloween is here, and it’s a special day of the year.

We got dressed up to impress other pooches and you. All we want is something yummy and new.

Happy Halloween to all dogs, other pets, kids, and their parents, and everyone else!

It’s the great holiday we pretend we’re someone else.

Celebrate Halloween, and have a hair-raising and spooktacular time, even though it will not be traditional this year. Hear, hear!’

P.S. The fist pooch pic is an English springer spaniel, dressed as a Starbucks coffee cup. Charmaine, my Bichon pal’s costume looks similar.

A girl Golden Retriever dressed as a butterfly is the second shot that Frank's dog walker pal sent him. Better not show this one to Mojito."

Written by: Simone, THE Park Avenue poodle, helped by Karen-Cherie Cogane