A Perfect Pumpkin Patch

This weekend I had a brand new adventure. I got to go pumpkin picking. As I have never been to pick pumpkins, my curiosity was piqued. When we pulled into the pumpkin patch, I saw hundreds of Christmas trees and I was immediately perplexed. I did a quick scan of the plot of land in front of me and realized the Christmas trees were around the perimeter while the pumpkins were plopped down in a central patch.

If you haven’t been following mom’s posts, then I should tell you that Molly is currently a super sick pup. Although I wish she could have been with us, it was just mom, dad and me parading toward the pumpkins on pumpkin picking day. On our way, dad and I stopped on a little bridge to strike a pose. I am not sure that was appropriate pumpkin picking protocol, but no one yelled at us, so I guess it was permissible.

After the bridge, I continued on with my traditional panache, taking the time to peruse our surroundings. I was intrigued by the nearby pond and hoped to take a plunge, but mom said my propensity for getting muddy made a swim impossible. Poo.

We proceeded, time passed, and with no further preamble, we arrived at THE PATCH.

Pumpkins.

My heart began to palpitate because there were so many palpable pumpkins. We walked up and down and all around and finally…finally, we picked!

We put our picked pumpkins in the wagon and I led mom and dad back down the hill.

Suddenly realizing the adventure was coming to an end, I began to feel a little sad…not perturbed, not petulant…I’m too pragmatic for either of them…but a little sad at the problem presenting itself to me. Despite the happy Fall feelings permeating the air, I had yet to meet any new people or make any new pals. If you know anything about me, you know I have a passion for being personable.

We moved on to pay and my head hung low.

As I have never been pumpkin picking, I have never seen a pig. I didn’t even know that pigs live near pumpkins, but I peered to my left, and THERE HE WAS. A pig.

I wanted to make a friend. I wanted to share my day. I wanted to spread some giant puppy love. I didn’t care that he was a pig if he didn’t care that I was a dog!

I approached his pen politely. He returned my stare as if he was privy to my heart’s desire.

He smiled, I smiled, we touched noses, and then I turned and walked away from my new friend, the pig. My day was perfect.