The look on my face pretty much says it all; I'm not sure about the glowing pumpkin or the lawn gnome behind me. Camp is getting spooky at night, just in time for Halloween....
Since I wouldn't do anything but hold my ball, mom pet Fionna, the bulldog whose teeth wore down from chewing on tennis balls, which mom sometimes tells me will happen to me to. Even so, Fi is pretty chill and I get along with her ok.
Sometimes dad has to work at night on the computer, and mom usually keeps me from bothering him, but there are other times when I'm a slight distraction. At least I'm a cute distraction.