Mom went over to her friend's house where they decorated pumpkins. I guess carving pumpkins was too boring for them. I didn't get to go with her but she brought the freakin' thing back with her.
And I was NOT HAPPY ABOUT IT.
Then I wanted it GONE. It was scary! I mean look at it! What is growing on it?
I wouldn't go near it at all. Mom called me a scaredy dog. I didn't speak to her for awhile for that.
On another unrelated-to-puggies note, my Mom wrote something for her friend's blog about how they grew up in a small town in the Ozarks. If you want to check it out, you can go to her blog here! Living Single in Small Town America