Mr. Man Strikes Again, Voguestyle.

Chubby legs!

Now, these below were taken after I carved the pumpkins and AFTER he escaped from the house while I was taking pictures of said pumpkins. I was lying on the pavement trying to keep my shadow out of the pictures when I see a brown blur dart between me and the posing gourds. I look up and see Monty's sassy rear end flashing its was around the house and down the yard at medium speed. I jumped up and eventually tackled him before he wiggled into the blackberries but not before I soaked my jammie pants in the wet grass. He looked pleased as punch about the whole thing so I decided to break out his leash and give him some legal outdoors time.

Rooting around in the mole hills, which are sweet because they're pre-dug for his digging convenience. Too bad his ears get in the way.