Now that my grand fairies are growing up, I need to treat my dogs more like kiddos. We took Molly to the punkin patch and I let her be my little kid instead.
Ha, not quite true! While the doodle enjoyed our trip, this child (verging on 17-1/2) seems to have inherited my joy in outings that other people might consider “for kids” and had a great time too.
My partner in crime.
No, in adventures. Especially silly adventures.
I hope they never outgrow that. I can see us at 80 and 30, exploring together.
This pumpkin patch has such gorgeous vistas. It feels like you can see forever into the Kansas horizon. Doesn’t the sky look limitless?
Well, it felt even bigger after we claimed our perfect pumpkins and hauled them across numerous fields in a driving wind (with tiny dust tornadoes swirling around us and aiming at my eyes). Somehow, even with the wind, and a couple of too hefty gourds, we had some laughs and enjoyed the walk. We did not linger at the maze or other attractions, though, by the time we left, that blowing dust was making rethink my commitment to contact lenses. And doubt my upper body strength. I should’ve gotten a wagon…
Molly didn’t mind the wind, she met a new buddy who hung out with us for most of our walk.
She met someone who did not want to be her buddy too.
And kept her distance from these potential pals.
We had just picked her up from the groomer before taking her to the driving dust bowl, I mean, pumpkin patch. After her hairstyling and bath, she was given a Nightmare Before Xmas scarf. Sugarwings admired it so much, the groomer gave them one too. 
One of our goals for the day was to find a pumpkin to match Molly’s fur. This was as close as we could get.