Chubs, the Little Horse

Hey friends, it’s Chubs again.

So… it’s almost that time of year. The hoomans are getting excited. There’s talk of candy, pumpkins, spooky decorations, and—gulp—costumes.

Yep. It’s almost Halloween.

Now look, I’m not here to ruin anyone’s fun. I support treats. Fully, completely, and without hesitation. In fact, I believe “treat” should be a year-round concept. But tricks? And costumes? That’s where things get sketchy.

Let’s start with the costumes.

One minute, your favorite hooman is brushing your mane and telling you how handsome you are. The next minute, they’ve disappeared—replaced by some odd creature with a floppy hat, shiny cape, and weird plastic nose.

I’m sorry, but no. That’s not trust-building behavior.

And then they want me to dress up too? As what? A pumpkin? A ghost? One year I overheard the word “unicorn,” and I strongly considered filing a formal protest.

I’m already magical, thank you very much. I don’t need glitter horns taped to my head to prove it.

Now, as for Trick-or-Treating, I’ve been told it’s a time when hoomans go around demanding snacks. Honestly? I respect that energy. I do that every day. I just don’t have to wear a spider costume to make it happen.

So here’s where I stand:
Tricks? Suspicious.
Costumes? Alarming.
Treats? Always yes.

If my little girl wants to dress up and parade around with her friends, I’ll cheer her on from a safe distance (behind the barn). And if she sneaks me a carrot or a pumpkin chunk afterward? Even better.

Until next time—be safe, stay snacky, and if you must wear a costume, make sure it doesn’t crinkle when you walk. That’s terrifying.