In the barrage of trick or treaters, Isaac (the orange one) kept running outside. I had to chase him so many times that I finally just shut him in the garage. On the other hand, poor George C. Scott (the black one) freaked out and hid under the bed for an hour.
But, really, who can't love these little buggers? Sweet little faces just wanting a little attention.
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