Wednesday, May 30, 2007

The Constant Gardener

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.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Truman is into fly-by decapations, eh?

Tabatha said...

He is just trying to help the neighbors keep things clean :)

Sean Dustman said...

Gatsby does that too then waits till the middle of the night to give it all back on the side of my bed.