October has finally arrived and boy do we have a super busy month ahead of us filled with fabulous Autumnal outings and Halloween festivities to share with you all. It’s been about a week since we decorated the apartment with everything Halloween and vintage and I can’t wait to unveil our spooky Pug Palace to you folks out there—you’re gonna love it! In my spare time (and let me tell you, my spare time comes in 4-minute intervals these days) I’ve been toiling away (and going blind in the process) with Mamma’s Halloween costume—and let’s just say, it’s gonna be EPIC! While I’m working on Mamma’s costume, Tommy and our friend Vadim are prepping for the New York City Walk for Farm Animals on October 19th in Central Park. The both of them are fundraising for Farm Sanctuary, a safe haven for rescued and escaped factory farm animals. If you want to live in a more compassionate world for animals, click here, read all about their walk and donate—every little bit helps! In between all of these Halloween preparations and general excitement for anything spooky, Tommy, Mamma and I had some down time over the weekend so we decided to keep our annual tradition alive by watching one of two classic movies that usher in the spirit of Halloween for us: Teen Witch. The other movie we watch is The Worst Witch but we’re saving that for mid October when Halloween mania is in full swing! But back to the cult classic Teen Witch, there really is no other movie out there that encapsulates the zeitgeist of 1989 like this movie. It has everything you want in a late 80s teen flick: high hair, a witch with magical powers, a hunky football player, Zelda Rubinstein (enough said), the most embarrassing rap scene ever in the history of Hip-Hop (no one can top that, pun intended), a movie wardrobe that strangely looks like anything you can currently buy at American Apparel and a sound track so awful it’s beyond brilliant! Of course Mamma Biscuit snored throughout the entire viewing but her nap did not dissuade me from singing along from the top of my lungs to the most popular girl scene—and yes, I know, I’m a total loser so just deal with it! But enough about Mamma’s October plans and back to our Throwback Thursday because in the spirit of the impending holiday, we bring to you this week, Mamma Biscuit in a graveyard!

Mamma Biscuit has definitely had her share of graveyard experiences. Don’t get me wrong, our Biscuit isn’t necessarily draped across a tombstone dressed like Stevie Nicks on a Friday night (although knowing me, I could make that happen) and she’s not lighting candles and hanging out with the Goth kids and listening to The Cure either! She does however enjoy the serenity and silence that can only be found in a crumbling graveyard. So I thought it would be fun to relive our adventure through one very large graveyard out in Provincetown many years ago.

I have no recollection of the exact name of this cemetery (even after doing some light research online) but I can assure you that it is not the main graveyard in town a few blocks away from Commercial Street—we’ve been to that one too. If memory serves me well, this crumbling piece of history sits upon a hill at the beginning of Bradford Street and affords some spectacular views of the Pilgrim Monument! Mamma Biscuit considers Provincetown to be her second home and the locals love every bit of her as much as she loves them, their town and their graveyards!

It was so funny to watch our little gremlin weave in and out around the crumbling tombstones with faded epitaphs and hearing the jingle of her collar tags and the crunching sound of her paws on the dead grass below her feet. It was like she was being chased by the Headless Horseman and the only time she would stop running is when she felt the need to pay her respects to the deceased by urinating all over their resting place! Actually, she also stopped dead in her tracks when she heard me rattle out her bag of soft chew peanut butter treats too!

At any rate, here’s our Throwback Thursday for you, Halloween style . . . because if a pug in a graveyard won’t get you inspired for October 31st, nothing will!

Enjoy

It’s been a hectic couple of weeks since we returned from Provincetown and I’m slowly getting back into work mode and Mamma’s blog here. I’ve been obsessively thinking about Provincetown since we returned and I’m having major withdrawals y’all! I find myself daydreaming at my desk about owning a home there and filling it with tons of pug paraphernalia. Seriously, I have the whole house planned out in my head. It would be a quaint three-bedroom home overlooking the bay and Mamma Biscuit would even have her own bedroom with a prance-in closet to hold her entire fabulous wardrobe! Hey a girl can dream, can’t she? Anyway, in keeping with my promise to provide y’all with a throwback moment every month, this week, I decided to walk down memory lane in, you guessed it, Provincetown!

In 2009, Tommy and I and our newly adopted pug piled into our car and headed up to Provincetown for a fun-filled birthday weekend in the month of March. It was my birthday and totally off-season but that didn’t matter to any of us because we were just looking to get out of NYC—and an excuse to hit some great antique markets along the way. It was cold up there too but that just made our stay that much cozier—a Bed & Breakfast is always more romantic with a crackling fireplace and a pug milling about! What I love about Provincetown in the off-season months is experiencing the locals living their lives without all of the tourists that flood the town during the Summer months. But even when you think you’re in the clear, there’s always an unexpected event going on almost every week of the year in P-town and the weekend we were up there was no exception. For starters, I noticed that there were many bears walking around town. Now before you go and call animal control center from fright let me explain further. In gay culture, a bear is a large, hairy man who projects an image of rugged masculinity. As a rising subculture in the gay and bisexual male communities, bears are one of many LGBT communities with events, codes, and a culture-specific identity. After asking a few locals what the 411 was, I discovered that my birthday weekend happened to fall on a Bear Weekend, hence all the bears walking around. Oh, and don’t let all of that rugged masculinity fool you, almost every single bear we encountered with Mamma Biscuit practically screamed like a girl when they laid their eyes on our four-legged gremlin.

Anyway, we stopped into Ruthies Boutique, a small little thrift store in town and found this rubber Halloween mask of Frankenstein for 50 cents. After dropping two quarters on the counter top at checkout (and flirting with the young man running the cash register) we headed to the Town Green, a small park on Bradford Street across from Town Hall. I placed the mask on my face and had Tommy take some Halloween inspired portraits of me holding the Biscuit Lady in her travel bag in front of the bas-relief depicting the signing of the Mayflower Compact!

I love these photos and since Halloween is literally just around the corner, I thought they would get y’all excited and inspired for the upcoming spooky holiday! It just so happened that I was wearing skeleton gloves that matched the green of this mask—and Mamma Biscuit looks positively stoic in this dog-napping scenario going on within these photos!

So that’s it folks, our latest edition of Throwback Thursday to inspire you all to get your shit in order for Halloween—it will be here before you know it!

Enjoy