It's that time of year my friends for spooky and scary things. No I am not talking about this whole running for president thing. It is the time of year where our momma's and dad's seem to get great pleasure out of dressing us up. What is up with that? My momma is no different. So there I was just minding my own business hanging out in my back yard when all of the sudden out of nowhere I was ambushed.
I was seduced by a yummy homemade salmon treat. THEN I was wrestled and wrangled and now I am a Bumble Bee.
Oh Dog Oh Dog, I am a Bumble Bee complete with flowers!
Seriously my friends I ask you, what should I do in this situation?
Bees pollinate flowers right? Pollinate means eat right?
Momma said it DOES NOT mean eat.
I respectively disagree.
There is one feature of this costume that I find useful to keeping my identity a secret.