There has been a debate brewing in our house for the past month between Mr. Taleteller and myself. You see, I really enjoy Halloween and taking pictures that have a fantasy or Halloween element to them. And for as much as I enjoy it, my husband does not. I tried, really tried with begging and pleading and puppy dog eyes, to get him to let Küster wear a Halloween costume this year.
My husband would have none of it. He claims that search and rescue dogs do not wear costumes. I suggested a manly pirate costume, since I got one to use for the review we did, and he was still a no go. When we went to visit the nursing home, all I could get him to do was let Küster wear his Search and Rescue vest. It was rather discouraging.
Nothing was changing his mind. When I took one of my dream pictures last year, it involved the Black Tornado and a tie. Someone commented that a SAR dog shouldn’t be dressing up. That picture ended up making Explore on Flickr, but my husband wasn’t impressed enough to let me try a repeat performance. Last year for the nursing home visit, I convinced him, hesitantly, to let me spray a skunk stripe down his back. Everyone got a big kick out of him as a little stinker.
Then, a few days before Halloween, Ms. Breeder made a post on her Facebook page asking for people to post pictures of their dogs in Halloween costumes. Some really cute and funny ideas started emerging. I mentioned it to Mr. Taleteller and then let it go.
To my great surprise, Halloween night, my husband asked me if I’d help him with something. I was puzzled as to what that might turn out to be, but I try to be a good sport and so I agreed. It turned out that he wanted me to take a picture of Küs for him to share on Facebook. Well, there was no way I was going to pass that up. I grabbed my camera and got ready to snap away.
Apparently, I forgot about what a wild man Küster can be when we go upstairs to the studio. All he had to do was wear a pirate hat for a few minutes and we’d be done. He thought it would be a great idea to try to eat said hat every time it got near his giant bear head. Several wrestling matches ensued, not because the Black Tornado was worried about the hat on his head, but because he wanted to eat that hat in the worst way.
An hour later, we emerged from the attic. I went through all the photos and finally ended up with one. So, here for posterity is Küster’s Halloween photo. I don’t know if I’ll ever get another one, so enjoy it. We may be making the most of it for many years to come.