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One of my favorite parts of our usual walk is all the dogs that bark and play with each other. But today, a bunch of the dogs were wearing funny outfits. Why would the same dogs I see almost every day be wearing costumes today (especially the one with a pink sweater and a pearl necklace!)? Anyway, it definitely added some excitement to the outing. I enjoyed my lunch (broccoli & potatoes) and my day seemed to be back to normal.
Then, around 5:30, Nana decided to change me out of my totally clean and dry outfit and into a green…dragon? Nana couldn’t even contain her laughter! Nana, Dad, and I (and later, Grandpa and Mom) went outside and hung out by our front gate. Then, out of nowhere, kids came — dressed up in all kinds of crazy costumes — to meet me. Dad kindly handed out candy to all of my new friends. I even got my picture taken with a group of cute kids and a scary looking batman (not “batgirl,” she insisted).
This whole dragon thing was really cool — I think that’s what I want to be when I grow up!






