Wesley was not too sure what to do at the pumpkin patch... I'm supposed to walk around and pick one?
In the corn maze with the whole family (minus the cats). The dogs threw up collectively six times on the way to the pumpkin patch (which was in Canon City, about 3 hours away and up in the mountains).
Wesley hanging out in the corn "sand" box. It was about 2pm by this time, he hadn't napped and was almost falling asleep in the corn. In fact, he fell asleep within minutes of hitting his carseat.
Oh! You want me to pose? No problem.This is when I learned that Wesley recognizes and knows what to do when you ask him to smile.
Helping mommy carve the pumpkin he chose... this is about as close as he got to it (it's sticky!). We set it out on a table on our back porch when it was carved... two days later, it was in the back of the yard chewed on by, what we assume, was Tater... naughty dog! Guess next year the front step will be a safer place.
Helping mommy carve the pumpkin he chose... this is about as close as he got to it (it's sticky!). We set it out on a table on our back porch when it was carved... two days later, it was in the back of the yard chewed on by, what we assume, was Tater... naughty dog! Guess next year the front step will be a safer place.
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