The Boghound

Tip, tick, tip, tick...

The rain beat against the old white porch. Another Halloween rained out, it seemed. Louisiana had never allowed too big of a celebration of the holiday, it seemed. The uproar of dogs and humans just inside the house was enough to signify that the rain had stopped absolutely no one from celebrating, however.

"Where's Sam?" Boghound's founder, an older human asked, looking about the party. It'd been a little while since they'd seen the particular curly coat bobbing in and out of the festivities.

"Great question, haven't seen him in a while," their wife pondered out loud, helping look for him.

"Sam? Saaaammy? Sammy boy?" They both called out in unison; wandering through the party's guests to find the pup.

Sam had other ideas besides this party. All of the visiting collies from friendly kennels had come dressed in their finest - and Sam was naked! He couldn't show his face like this! He'd quickly excused himself from the party to go find something suitable. He tip-toed out of the back doggie door and wandered the property. The rain was getting harder and harder, and he resigned himself to returning empty-mouthed. No fun costume for him, it seemed.

He popped his head back in the doggie door, only for Margot to erupt in an angry, protective bark. He blinked in confusion.

"Oh my god, what is that?"

"Some kind of swamp monster, looks like!"

The guests of the party were in an absolute uproar.

"Think we found our missin' dog. Thinkin' he's a good ol' Boghound now. C'mon, Sam," the founder cooed, kneeling down.

The collie uneasily made his way back into the party, tail held low, ears back. Everyone stopped and looked, before erupting in laughter. The other collies sniffed him curiously, Margot rolling her eyes.

"You look like a monster, kid. Lucky I didn't bite ya."