© 2013 Michael Fiveson
When Putty Nosed Pumpkin gets groomed, she knows she is even prettier than usual and she is like an 86 lb stuffed animal, soft and cuddly. She gives me all the snuggles I want, and comes back for more. I love her profoundly. Note the grass turning green which is payback for surviving another winter. Life is good…my wife, son, and Pumpkin love me.
© 2013 Michael Fiveson
Looking like a lion who is busy meditating, sweet Pumpkin allows silly daddy to take yet another picture. As I write this she is standing next to me looking for a touch and giving me many kisses. I do touch her, lovingly and frequently. I adore my big beautiful Pumpkin.
Putty nosed Pumpkin is happy in the summer…..
and winter too…
And I love her in all seasons, all the time, forever.
© 2013 Michael Fiveson
© 2013 Michael Fiveson
Pretty Pumpkin enjoys some natural light as she rests in the kitchen. I know there are people who love their pets as much as I do her, but none love them more.
© 2013 Michael Fiveson
Another dream-scape where I find myself all alone and in search of all that never was, and can never be. Lost youth, wasted potential, and the girl that got away so long ago. Here I am hunted by Nazis, and I punch and kick in my restless sleep.
I will awaken to a different reality, where I am embraced by those I love, feel self acceptance, and am very much my own man, fully capable of self defense.
© 2013 Michael Fiveson
One friend waits while the other rests. Inseparable, they have a bond that includes protection and patience, and they have always been that way. They are loyal and true.
© 2012 Michael Fiveson
When it’s 20 degrees (F) outside why not find a ray of sunshine inside, thought my clever Pumpkin. She went back to sleep as soon as I was done. Silly daddy!
© 2012 Michael Fiveson
What can we know about the lives of a married couple who will spend eternity together?
Cleatus was five years older than Elva and if he was 26 when they married, she was 21, and that would mean they married in 1909. When Elva passed away in 1960, they would have been married for 51 years and would have had a grand celebration the year before her death.
One can imagine that Cleatus would have been broken and lost without his precious Elva, but he hung on for another 14 years and at the age of 91 his last thought must have been a happy one, knowing he would see his bride once again.
Lives of long ago, very much the same today.
© 2012 Michael Fiveson
In addition to Pumpkin’s putty colored nose, she has a tongue that sometimes does not fit in her mouth. This, of course, happens after she has exerted herself and is panting. We walk 1.1 mile(s) to a neighborhood park that does not allow dogs. That being the case, when we do go in we don’t have to worry about other dogs. Call me contrary. In truth there are no other people either. Today I counted how many times she pees on this walk and it was 6. No, she is not diabetic, just busy marking her turf. Silly putty nosed Pumpkin.
© 2012 Michael Fiveson
Even though she won’t be 8 until Halloween, this was an image I could not pass up. I call this Gold on Gold, and think the leaves work well with my beautiful girl’s coat. Those of you who look at my work know how much Pumpkin means to me, and how much joy she brings to everyone she meets. Pure love, golden and forever.
