I went to get my pumpkin to carve and it was rotten! Can you believe that? I guess it wasn’t such a great pumpkin to pick after all. Mommy’s pumpkin was rotting too so she got to carve the white pumpkin we bought for our porch and I had to share my pumpkin with the dog.
Guess who got to decide on the design we were going to carve? You guessed it, the dog. She got to pick it since I got to carve it. I’m not sure that’s fair and I may protest next year when I get the words together that I want to say. They sure are pretty with their lights on though.
Until next time . . .