Us Pups and the Pun'kins

When we were out and about last Weekend
with OurGirl
Up Northeast where Colorado flattens out into Farmland and Prairie
Somethin' caught my Eye
and called my Name

NinaGirl said it was a Pun'kin Farm

and suggested we go pickin' pun'kins at dusk that night

When the time was just perfect for that kind of Adventure.

So we did.

And it was Perfect.

Can ya see the Mountains to the West?

With the Clouds hovering over them?

We were in a field lookin' at them.

Oooo'ing and Awww'ing

(We never ever get tired of the View.)

Anyhow
We set off Exploring
Poking our way through the mostly-harvested Field.


Sniffing them All


Looking for the PerfectPun'kin

And you know what?
It was mostly fun.

All except for one Problem.

Can you see What's Wrong with this Picture?
This collage of WeightBearingExtremities?


THEY had on their wellibobs.
Cute Fun Warm Comfy
And Rubber.

Us?

Well
Those SpinyPricklyStickers HURT our TenderUnprotectedPaws

But we didn't let a little thing like that stop Us
'Cause we're getting to be ToughLittleTerriers.

So.  On with the Story
Back to the Reason for being there on this MostAmazingEvening

OurGirl consulted with Us

Making a VeryImportantDecision

and

Satisfied and Smiling

We picked the MostPerfectPun'kins

(That's one of NinaGirlie's really good friends

Can ya tell they're happy?)

While
Later
Back at the Ranch
Fergi reminisced

and I played


Ready for the Next Adventure.

It really is a great Time of the Year.