#spiritsays: No one loved the free-for-all of a good egg hunt more than Marshmallow. All morning hopping, skipping and jumping, now that the brouhaha of finding and filling his basket was over, with a belly full of jellies and other gooey loot, he pulled up a patch and flopped, and thought no one would hear a peep out of him ‘til next year. Enjoy the little goodies of life.
#spiritsays: Dusty, a pedigreed pup and usually one cool customer, was struggling to sit still knowing that in a few minutes he would be off to the annual “Howl-o-ween” party where he would get treats aplenty. Every year was a score of epic portions. Royal lineage be damned—tonight he would bark at the moon.