There don't seem to be as many Halloween decorations in the neighborhood as there have been in the past. More of the flying ghosts projected on garage doors, one even has spooky sounds. The giant skeleton is up on the next street, Brian. Three doors north of us is a house with a lovely front patio with table and four chairs. One year the skeletons were playing cards, and another year they were roasting marshmallows.. This year they are just drinking, but they have acquired both a dog and a cat! And a huge sombrero.
The little girl is sort of hidden in the shrubs.
But, oh my goodness, the dog is on the table! Horrors.
Here is PaPa with his sombrero. A Tijuana trip maybe.
I contemplated moving a chair for a better picture, but I don't know this family at all, so it would be really rude to rearrange their scene.
I wonder if they intend for this to resemble Michael Jackson.
Doubt if he would mind a dog on the table.
Not easily seen, the cat is pretty high up in the tree.
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