A belated Halloween scare.

Picture a gray, chilly Halloween morning in Chicago - you're in town, away from home, and have crashed at your buddies abode.  Ya wake up late and your day is getting off on a good foot.  Then there is a commotion at the back door.  The dogs are stuck in bat shit crazy mode, the alarm is screaming 'Back Door Open Back Door Open' and you hear someone talking in an excited voice.  All the while you're stuck on the crapper having your morning Deuce.  So, what are your options in this rather compromising position?  Well, as we here at Drum have spent the day discussing and concluded that you have only two courses of action:

1. Cut bait, disregard wiping, hustle your ass out there and see WTF is going on. (Pants optional)


2. Finish what you started, tidy up and calmly leave the lavatory to see WTF is going on.

Either way your morning has just been screwed, the "you" time of the day has now become the "oh shit those dogs are losing their mind what is going on" time.  Heck, if you were backed up this may have even be of some help.
Well Mr. Mister did finally come strolling out, wearing pants thank god, and much to the surprise of team Drum.  We don't usually check the crappers upon entering the locations one of our dog wrangling jobs...but we might have to start.  Only thing that came to mind to say in greeting was, "Here to walk the dogs, Happy Halloween!"  Might not have been our best line but what do you say on such occasions?  

On other notes Halloween was day two of testing for the Nonetheless Compound Neoshell Weatherproof Jean and lucky for us the weather man called for 47 and windy.  Thus we tossed on our soft shell, wind stopper gloves, ear muffs, and off we went to herd dogs.  Well, after all our preparation we sure felt like wusses when we encountered a fellow bicyclist out for a ride in jeans pegged at the knee, thin stockings, a cardigan, and some plumbers crack.  Chilly...