I carved a pumpkin today. Which was fun I have not done that in forever. So I carved the pumpkin. And the dogs were watching wondering why I was in the kitchen playing with a squash instead of their food bowls. And then I put it on the balcony and did play with their food bowls and everybody was fat and sassy and we did the walk thing and everything was normal --
Okay flash forward, night falls. Everything is calm. When the dogs spot the nefarious pumpkin on the balcony. Holy cats there is an intruder on the balcony! They go wild they are barking and hopping up and down at the glass door to the balcony doing the doggy defense thing. It is pumpkin defcon one.
I start cracking up and go out on the balcony and am showing them the pumpkin. And Dolph will only approach it a little bit at a time, even though I am touching it telling him it is okay. Dolph trusts his instincts more than anything anyone else says and his instincts say that pumpkin is bad news.
Loki who has just total faith in what I say and would probably jump off a cliff no questions asked if I said the cliff was okay makes a dash out, sniffs the pumpkin, then goes "whew thank goodness that is over!" and dashes back inside because Loki does not like heights so dislikes the balcony bunches.
Meanwhile,
I am trying to convince Dolph the pumpkin is okay. He still will not get
closer to it than six inches and is keeping an eye on it. He knows that
pumpkin is up to no good.
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