dachshunds + pumpkins = sadness.
Well the boys were at it again.
I looked out the front door and saw that a pumpkin had been dragged over with a significant chunk taken out. Halloween is over and I really don't care, except it is the same beleaguered pumpkin, Miss Rebecca will not be pleased. Although, I will note, the dogs at least had the courtesy to not chew off the face.
John, meanwhile, saw that the buffet was still open and took out a few more bites.
Silly dogs, at least they are eating something good for them.