Grass--The Green Kind

The puppy is addicted to grass. Yes, he eats it, but mostly he likes to loll around in it, the deeper the better.

Actually, that makes a pretty good excuse for why I haven't had the lawnmower out for a couple of weeks.

Mostly, though, he finds it on the walks we seem to spend all day taking. There is a lawn just up the street that hasn't been mowed for a month or so, and the grass is long and lush, coming up higher than the puppy's legs. He ran into the middle of a large patch, and proceeded to turn himself over and over in it.

It was actually a spot on imitation of Teri Garr from Young Frankenstein. "Roll in za hay. Rrrroll, rrrooll rrrroll!"