Cashel is a bit of a feral animal when it comes to candy. He can smell it from two rooms over and heaven forbid you get between him and his skittles (pronounced skit-oooohs) - which I have had to do quite a bit since Halloween. At Finn's party, the candy smell wafting out of the pinata was making him a little crazy person. He was pushing and boxing out an eight year old to get position for when the candy came flying. So as a result, he was a little wired after the party. He ran about 75 laps around the house and then looked like this 5 minutes after I got him in pajamas. I don't think an extra hour of sleep is going to be enough for him...
