I think I might have mentioned that I love fall. One of my most favorite days during the fall season is the day I go buy skads of pumkins and mums and decorate my porches all cute and sweet. If you've read earlier posts, you'll remember the Indian corn incident. Yeah, no Indian corn this year. Every year I try my darndest to hold out on the ole decor day as late as my patience will allow me to wait. There is great strategy in the pumpkin purchasing game. If you buy too early, there will be nothing but a moldy, stinky, bird pecked mess before Halloween even thinks of arriving. If you wait too late, all the pumkins have been bought and yours is the only house in town that doesn't welcome the world with a smiling jack-o-lantern. It's tricky friends. My patience snapped on Saturday and my own little pumkin fest commenced. I bought big pumkins and little pumkins, orange pumpkins (duh) and these great orange and white striped pumpkins. I picked ones with great curly stems, short ones, fat ones. You name it, i bought it! I didn't even have the patience to open the house up and let Bertie out before I started in the placement of pumpkins just so so all around the steps and flower pots. SOOO CUTE!!! As I let Bertie out for her "Momma's home potty" I noticed the quick sneaky glimpse and sniff she gave as she raced past the pumpkins on the back porch. Hmmm...Note to self...tell Bertie NO NO NO NO NO about the pumpkins. Later that afternoon as I was going about my Saturday afternoon piddle chores, I noticed that sweet precious Bertie was awful quiet outside. I eased around to the backdoor, peeked through the curtain, and there she was gnawing one of my pumpkins like a wild dog on the Christmas turkey. She was in pure heaven!!!! It was so funny, I didn't have the heart to be mad. What dog eats a pumpkin? My sweet little pumpkin of course!!!!!! Happy fall!!!!
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