Samhain

Samhain is about here, upon us again. It is that time of year, nearly Halloween. The Celts and neopagans celebrate it as a sort of mystical pagan festival of the dead at the start of winter. It also ties in with the Catholic All Souls Day. But all of that is horseshit. Samhain has been around since the last of the great werewars. It celebrated the end of that war and the pledge of all weres to never let things go to that edge ever again, to where all were, dogs and wolves, nearly wiped each other out.

Samhain was celebrated in the 8th century as an end of harvest, but became popular in the modern era in the 19th century in Britain, and then spread to other parts of Northern Europe and America. But it had been observed by weres for many thousands of years before the Irish, Scots, Celts and neopagans got on board. No one can say for certain, but most certainly it had to have been some weredogs that let it slip and led all those late-comers to it.

Samhain is the one night of the year that weredogs and werewolves have traditionally come together to celebrate. All weres in any area come together for a massive wereparty. Some I have been to over the centuries have been very out of control, very memorable. Ironic that some I do not much remember.

What are they like? Think of raves with meat. Sure, there's booze. Beer goes with BBQ even for weres. But alcoholism is rare amongst weres. But there weredog counselors everywhere for meataholism.

There are several Samhain celebrations that I will be attending in the next week, all with weredogs and werewolves, most of whom will be falling off the wagon and gorging themselves on every conceivable type of meat. The Bourbon, scotch and ale will also flow, you can be certain. Fluufy, you owe me a bottle of Lagavulin.

I need a break, a week of night play and abandon. I have been out every night for weeks, patrolling and planning, checking up on and keeping tabs on Sven and Rick, Jack and Sherry too, and my large crew of dog friends, who are telling me amazing things, good and bad, about their families and neighborhoods. You humans would be screwed without all your dogs to watch you backs.

Details to follow. Been napping most days, after being out most and all nights. So blogging and investments have gone to the back burner. Nothing better than a fall dog nap, especially after being out all night stalking bad dogs.

Yes, in ensuing centuries after the armistice that created Samnhain weredogs nearly hunted and pursued werewolves into extinction. Some habits are just hard to give up.