The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday —Halloween

Poor Hank/Puff—depending on who you are talking too. Mom calls him Hank, but his family all call him Puff UNLESS he gets in trouble, then they call him Hank. So I wonder is his name Puff Hank?

Hummm… That must be it Puff Hank!

Well, here’s why I feel sorry for Puff Hank…

Yep a radio control collar. Puff Hank adores chasing cars. He love pick-up, trucks, tractors you name it…if it moves on the main road, Hank wants to be there barking at the wheels.

This collar really works, Puff Hank had the collar on for about a week, his family, even the little kids, working with him to understand —- you go beyond this point you will get shocked…and the shock WILL hurt.

Then the day came when Puff Hank got to spend the morning out in the yard without anyone there.

ZOOOOOOOOM! A car flew up the hill and on down the road.

Puff took out after it….Bark, Whoooppeee, Bark

Suddenly the whole neighborhood heard YEOOWWWWWWWWWAL!

When Mom-mom looked out the window, Puff was slinking back into the yard from the road with his tail tucked under his butt.

BUSTED!

Of course, when Puff comes up to see us he doesn’t have to wear the collar. Sort of sad that shocking business, but like I told Puff Hank…get used to it, it will keep you alive.

So everything was going along really good up here. Mom and Dad has been really busy laying pipe and putting a roof on the west side of the house, buttoning down the hatch you might say getting ready for winter.

Then Shannon showed up with something called an ‘outfit’ for Halloween.

You got to be kidding, right?