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.
This dog of mine, sweet Pumpkin, fills me with joy and love. She recently had dental surgery and I feared for her loneliness waking up in a kennel, without Judy or I in sight. When we went to pick her up the Vet relayed what a sweet dog she is and how upon waking up, she looked around and started to wag her tail. She will be nine on Halloween.
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.
Come to think of it, she chills quite a bit.Pumpkin is a very happy dog but when we go away in the motorhome she is always content and especially mellow. Here I was a bit lazy with my photo as she was sitting below the dining room table and I just shot from there, instead of getting much lower as I usually do. I think she matches the rug, floor, and wood cabinets nicely. I adore her.
With each changing season Pumpkin requests a portrait, and although a bit early this fall, I knew it would make her happy. I wonder if she has any sense of how happy she makes me with her always cheerful, loving, and playful spirit. Every night when she is already asleep I lay next to her for a goodnight snuggle that lasts several minutes. I am deeply attached to her, and try to celebrate each moment. She will be eight on Halloween.
This is my best friend’s dog, Chance, who is a Golden Retriever with a touch of something else thrown in. He was rescued from a shelter when he was a year old and is now three, I think. He has a great deal of energy and is a bit skittish and would not let me touch his head when we first met. It took about two days for Chance to allow me a good snuggle but it was always brief and on his terms. He is extremely devoted to my friend Mark and would sit in one spot waiting for him when Mark would be off on a bike ride. This shot was taken on the beach on Lake Huron.