Though our neighborhood walks have become less costly in terms of my wardrobe, Truman is now helping himself to unsuspecting foliage. Errant stalks and wayward flower stems, beware: you will be stripped by a passing Labrador with lightning-fast reflexes and an insatiable taste for leaves and petals.
I am waiting for the inevitable rose thorn. That should be a hoot.
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Truman is into fly-by decapations, eh?
He is just trying to help the neighbors keep things clean 🙂
Gatsby does that too then waits till the middle of the night to give it all back on the side of my bed.