The Great Pumpkin Incident
The Great Pumpkin Incident
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Now not all Halloweens go off completely as you originally plan them to. I would guess it probably has something to do with the whole spooky ghost thing or maybe it’s just the perfect time for crazy, silly things to just happen, I don’t know. What I do know is that for us “The Great Pumpkin Incident” (we tend to name our great catastrophes, it gives them a nice kind of ring) made us both swear off anything to do with all things pumpkin. Pumpkin pie, pumpkin cake, pumpkin carving, even pumpkin seeds! At least for a good 10 years or so.
Anyway the whole story all started one October after we had been together for a year or two. Oh, you know how it goes, punch drunk in love, willing to try anything, crazy little weime pup whose greatest joy in the world is to see just how much fun and destruction one little pup-pup can get herself into. Your typical everyday combo. This time our crazy idea of fun was to carve a pumpkin. Now mind you, we never do anything simple (don’t ask me why, guess that’s why Bella thinks we are so silly), we had decided that since it was one of our first Halloweens and we had this nut-head little wacky weime, why not carve a whole bunch of pumpkins. AT THE SAME TIME! Yeah, what a great idea, why just carve one simple little pumpkin when you can carve five medium size pumpkins even though neither one of us had ever carved just one. Yeah, great idea, brilliant, hey we were young, stupid and had a weimerenar, give us break.
So, we picked out our pumpkins with weime in toe and everything went pretty smoothly and you know we were thinking, “Man, this is going to great.” Well, we get our pumpkins home, spread newspaper all over our largest drafting table, give Bella a treat, grab some knives and get to carving. Now, you may already know by now but carving a bunch of pumpkins sounds like a whole lot of fun late the night before when you come up with the idea at 4am, but it’s a whole other thing when you’ve got the five pumpkins staring you in the face. It suddenly becomes this sticky, smelly, yucky-ucky orange horror movie seen, not to mention the fact that the treat didn’t entertain the weime. Yes, that’s right folks, we were sticky, sticking to newpaper, the table, floor, each other, the house was starting to smell, well, like pumpkin that is and it was everywhere, then the little purple nose decides she wants to help. I can’t how it all happen or even how exactly it all started but I think the true craziness began the Scott placing his sticky knife down on the table, slumped down in a chair, that’s when Bella grabbed a cutting open pumpkin and taking off running. Now it’s bad enough to try and catch a crazy weime when she has something normal that you want from her, but to try and catch a weime with a cut open, messy full of yucky stuff pumpkin in her mouth just adds a whole new meaning to the “Catch me if you can game”. So off she went, pumpkin in mouth (her nose now orange with pumpkin yuck going everywhere), we both screaming, running after her and slipping in the wake of her mess. Now Remember, Bella was a young pup of only two and faster than a whip and it doesn’t help out house that our house is a 1920’s bungalow with every room connecting to the next so it’s one big circle. Try catching a crazy pup when there’s no way to trap the little thief. Just so you get a good picture of the dog and her pumpkin, picture this; little Miss. Bella with running and leaping with legs in every direction and pumpkin stuff flying everywhere. We both gave chase (and yes, we know NOW!, the last thing you should do), Bella with her happy trot, her silly humans in pursuit sticking and sliding into everything. So this is where she gets too smart for our own damn good, as she circled back around to the room with the other pumpkins, us hot on her tail, she flings the pumpkin in her month sending it smashing into wall, turns quickly and jumps up on the drafting table with the other pumpkins.
Suffice to say, she ended up getting three of the pumpkins (yes, she’s that fast), knocked everything off the table, got pumpkin guts throughout the entire house and on every square inch of everything we owned at the time. All i can say is at times like that all you can do is start laughing with your dog.
