We hope you’re having fun celebrating the spooky season with your favorite dog. As you carve your pup-kins, enjoy getting into the spirit with this haunted tale from a dog’s point of view.
How it all began
My human is off to a haunted house thing, but I’ve been around long enough to know the value of a warm soft couch.
Now, I’m what you call a seasoned doggie. I’m tough enough to take a scare, but even I couldn’t handle the dog haunted house that appeared as soon as I dozed off.
The haunted doghouse
As soon as I entered, I regretted it. No one vacuums a dog house!
Then, I reached a great canyon of stairs. Stairs that went this way and that. Stairs that reached forever in every direction.
How did they get in here? Why were there so many?
Lightning and thunder oh my
My hair stood on end as electricity filled the air, and then I heard it—the crack and BOOM of thunder, shaking me to the bone.
Not over yet
I dodged into a dim hallway and thought I had finally found my way out. Two glowing eyes stared intently from down the corridor. They looked strangely familiar.
The dreaded cone of shame
It was the VET, and not the nice one who gives me treats.
Reunited at last
I heard a door creak open, and then, “Petey, I’m home!” The nightmare was over, and my favorite human was back.
I’ll never understand why humans love a good scare.