A dog's secret love

Friday Finn and I went to the farm by our house. Too get Finn excited about Halloween, I bought him a tiny pumpkin. Later that day and the next day, any chance Oscar had to get the pumpkin he'd have it in his mouth.

By Sunday, after scolding Oscar for the 20th time to not eat Finn's pumpkin, I gave in and let him have it.

First he took it upstairs to try to bury it somewhere (this usually means he hides it in the closet). Even when we headed upstairs to go to bed, he brought it along.

He loves this pumpkin for some reason. He hasn't even tried to eat it, just carries it around, cuddles with it and licks it.

Sleeping on it.



Licking his new baby.