October 29, 2018

White Dog did not need to be asked twice after dinner. In an instant she was at the door, through it, and on the way to go for a ride with Steve. He needed to fuel the car and stop at the grocery for cream needed for the morning's coffee.

A short time later when they returned they carried a bag that had the cream...but also four tiny pumpkins and pumpkin ice cream.

"Dad thought we could all use a taste of the season," WD explained. "Some ice cream to start the week off on a good note and pumpkins to decorate the coffee table. When we want we can roast the pumpkins and eat them; isn't that cool?"

Steve arranged the pumpkins on a plate and placed it on the table. Before he even made it back to the kitchen to serve frozen treats, Bailey had one of the orange orbs in her mouth and hopped up on the bed.

"Um, Steve? White Dog?" I called to them. "I think you need to rescue your Halloween Décor before it is no more. AND maybe rethink where it is displayed. h, and I think one of the baby pumpkins will now sport piercings."