I would guess that, for his entire life, Halloween has been our dog Duncan's least favorite night. I don't think it has anything to do with ghosts and goblins. Rather, it's been the frequent ringing of the doorbell, as trick-or-treaters pay us a visit. With each ring of the bell, a fusillade of barks has emanated from our Shetland Sheepdog.
I suspect tonight will be different. Living as we do now, with only one neighboring house in sight, I'm not expecting anything like the deluge, relatively speaking, that we had last Halloween. (There were at least 150 kids who came by.)
I'll miss it, but I suppose Duncan won't.