This year we hired an artist to carve our pumpkins. Well, not so much hired, as 'enticed into our yard to decimate our half-assed Halloween display'.
Alice tried to catch him today, to, I don't know, congratulate him for a job well done. After all, he does leave little orange morels of fun for a pug to roll in not 30 minutes after she's been picked up from the groomers.
I have to got to remember to throw that thing away.