Well, the dog is alive. Thank God. At the first visit from Trick-or-Treaters, Travis held her for a while, but she was born to run, baby. She is a sleddog, after all. She was out the door like a shot. Lucky (heh) we put our address and Erik's phone number on a charm on her collar. I cannot imagine what would happen to him if anything happens to this puppy. Thank God for lots of folks milling about with their kiddos on Halloween night and the fact that this dog is a social butterfly. She loves on everybody.

Then, sometime in the night, she managed to leap up and get into the leftover Halloween chocolate. Our friend Linda, our animal expert, says chocolate is POISON for dogs. Well, this one is a bit more hyper, but here and now, two days later, we haven't noticed any negative after-effects.

You don't really need to read about this, but you'll forgive a couple who can't have kids. We're not too sickening about "the baby."