My first dog was a free puppy from a dairy farm.
She was the last pup in the litter.
I picked her up, cuddled her and immediately called her Pumpkin.
Pumpkin was an affectionate name in my family, a term of endearment like Sweetie or Honey. I took her home and we became an inseparable pair.
One of the first adventures we had together was driving from Vermont to California and back in a small Ford pick-up with my boyfriend, and our old, family dog, a German Shepherd named Thumper.Pumpkin came to every class at art school, she was my model and muse and, when I got my first job after college. She came to work with me. When I started dating the reporter, she gave him the seal of approval.
It is hard, this time of year, not to see her in the Pumpkin Patch.