Mr. Nibbles: “Aren’t you tired of sitting in that box yet, Charlee?” Charlee: “I don’t even understand what that means.” Blue: “I object to the portrayal of dinosaurs on that birthday banner.” Mouse: “But not the ones in the ‘Jurassic Park’ movies?” Blue: “I get residuals for those.” Vermin: “HISSS! Why do we have to wait for Bean before we have cake?” Spicoli: “Because it’s Bean’s birthday, dude. Plus the baker’s not finished making it.” Producer Smurf: “Greedy Smurf! How much longer until the cake is ready?” Greedy Smurf: “I have to start over! I smurfed a sample taste and ended up smurfing the whole thing!”
Spicoli: “Yo, Mr. Nibbles, where are you, dude? Everyone’s waiting for you to bring the Hipsters back.” Mr. Nibbles: “I know, but my plan to distract them ran into a little complication.” Spicoli: “What kind of complication?”
Lulu: “So, Producer Smurf, do you have a status report?” Producer Smurf: “They finally smurfed the food, but they somehow smurfed all around the potion and left it in a puddle in the bottom of their bowls!”
Lulu: “Now, the first thing we need to do is get the Hipsters out of the way so we can decorate.” Producer Smurf: “That doesn’t smurf so hard. Just smurf for them to smurf asleep and then smurf the decorations.”
Lulu: “I suppose you’re all wondering why I called a meeting today …” Vermin: “HISSS! Where are the nasty cats? Did they finally get fired? I volunteer to take over cat duty and eat their nasty cat food!”
So this year, we have a Halloween that’s, to put it mildly, not going to be like any Halloween that any of us can recall. (If you remember the Halloween that occurred during the 1918 flu pandemic, then you may be some manner of cyborg. And you’re almost certainly not reading this blog.) Around here, during Dennis’s tenure, we stopped greeting trick-or-treaters at the door, because all the doorbell-ringing and apparitions loudly shouting “Trick or treat!” really freaked the poor boy out, even when he was in the back bedroom; instead, we would put out a box of candy on the front windowsill, and operate on the honor system, whereby nobody took the box and just dumped the entire thing into their bag. Most years that worked out fine. I have no idea what to expect in the way of trick-or-treaters this year, but we’ll be putting the box out again, and probably leaving it there until the sun has a chance to disinfect it the next day.
For us, though, Halloween is mainly associated with two things: Tucker’s birthday in 1998, and the day Dennis had to go to the Rainbow Bridge in 2018: Two events, exactly 20 years apart, that, for now at least, mark the bookends of our experience as vizsla owners. So this year I thought it would be nice to have a couple of little retrospectives of Tucker and Dennis to mark these two very different sorts of anniversaries.