Monday, April 6, 2009

A Boy and his Dog

I can't believe I haven’t yet blogged about Oliver’s best friend, Pumpkin. Pumpkin came into our lives one fresh fall morning in October 2007. Glenn woke me up saying, “Honey there is a Pit Bull on our doormat.” Back then we lived in a barn on a sheep ranch- we were used to finding all kinds of animals on our doormat. Pumpkin was thin, hyper and pooping acorns (not to mention the funny blink that he had). It took us ten minutes to realize he belonged with our family.

I made a meager effort to find Pumpkin’s previous owner, knowing he was probably dumped out in the middle of nowhere. After a few weeks of caring for Pumpkin, it became obvious why he was dumped. Pumpkin was not neutered and while he looks fierce, he has a heart of honey. He was also raised without any sort of obedience training and his huge frame frequently barreled into me or Oliver, knocking us down. Pumpkin also was in need of an expensive eye surgery (the reason for his blinking).

I have to admit, it is hard for me to like Pumpkin at times. And I know it will get easier as he matures. He frequently takes off (Oliver like to let him outside to play with the dogs across the street), chews up grandma’s quilt, or lifts his leg on me during a walk.

Don’t feel bad for Pumpkin. Pumpkin will forever be loved deeply and unconditionally by his favorite human, Oliver.

8 comments:

  1. Aww.... this post reminds me of the movie.. Marley and Me!

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  2. Awwww! You're good people.

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  3. Aren't dogs great? Oliver will always remember his special pal no matter how old he gets.

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  4. Thanks Amy!

    I need to see Marley and Me. I'm going to put it on my Netflix list now. :)

    So true, Barbara!

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  5. you forgot to mention the flatulence...:)

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  6. Oh yeah, the flatulence. Poor Pumpkin.

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  7. Your picture of your baby playing with your dog is simply amazing!

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  8. I'm so happy to read rescue stories like that because all my pets found me, it seems, I never had to look for one, they always knew where I lived ;-) (and still do!)

    Thank you and God bless you all!

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