Gourd Dog

This is Lil Dog. He's my granddog, if you will, although I'd rather you didn't. I traded the Whee for him, because he can feed himself, and doesn't like to play on my computer. I guess the Whee can feed herself as well, and she doesn't have to be walked. On the other hand, Lil Dog never wants to go clothes shopping. hmm, I may or may not have made a good trade.

Actually I'm dogsitting Daughter #1's baby for the day, which is the small print in the motherhood contract. I think children and dogs should be socialized, exposed to the world, taught to conduct themselves in public, so we took Lil Dog to the Farmer's Market today.

He loved it. He pranced around like the Big Dog he thinks he is. The stud dog. The alpha male. He was also the biggest dog there. The other was a yappy Chihuahua who was being carried, so Lil Dog really was the Big Dog.

He took his market going seriously. He gave everything the sniff test. At least, everything he could reach, considering he's only 15 inches tall.

"Oh look ma!  How 'bout some of those to throw at the trick-or-treaters?!?!

See, this is why they need training in proper conduct. Otherwise they'd be lobbing gourds at innocent children. Or maybe that was me...

Lil Dog did very well. He didn't umm, mark any territory, bite anyone, growl at anybody, or diss the produce. He left all that to the dogsitter. She probably needs more socializing...

It's all gourd

My early morning jaunt to the farmers' market turned into more of a photo op than a shopping spree.  I was too fascinated by the colors, shapes, and varieties of squash and gourds to think about feeding the family.

All sizes and fantastic shapes!  The little yellow one resembles a space ship. I'm going to pile a few on the table just to amuse me in the same way a kaleidoscope does. And yes, there is a pink one!

Wait- how did these guys get in there?  Do they count as squash?  I'm eggplant ignorant, I'm afraid. My enthusiasm for eating them was squashed some time ago.

These little guys remind me of targets for skeet shooting. Pull!!

What a rainbow of colors and patterns.  Simply gourdeous!!  (ouch, sometimes I really can't help myself).

Wow- this one needs moisturizer every day, and maybe some wart cream.

Speckles, splatters, splines, smooths, crooknecks, there's an entire patois of gourd vending that I never knew existed.

What a bright and shiny way to start my day.  Perhaps I should start looking for produce to put on the table as food.  Wait, pumpkin pie, pumpkin bread, pumpkin butter; I'm good in the gourd section.

  Happy Trails, and may your love of adventure never get squashed!!