Pumpkin recently went on a vacation with us to lake Huron. While there she got to run around off leash and play with another golden on the beach and in the water. She will be ten on Halloween and remains my precious and sweet love, in very good health.
Like retired sentries, these two old tractors stand guard in front of an old round farm building. Perhaps they all grew old together, and remain content with the companionship.(Thanks to my sweet wife Judy, who spotted this on a recent drive through the country)
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.