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.
Her name didn’t fit a black and white border collie, but she ALWAYS looked good with the real gourds!
It is hard, this time of year, not to see her in the Pumpkin Patch.
Ashley Wolff 
Awwwwww!!!! 🙂
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What a nice tribute to Pumpkin. She looks and sounds like a one of a kind dog.
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She was so smart and special, Sarah, that she became Miss Bindergarten posthumously.
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