So I took the Ts out after work. It's nice--breezy, sunny, 79 degrees. The pool is pretty full (not surprising after 5" of rain). Taenzer, of course, wallowed and got REALLY wet. Timber sort of bounced through--surprised, I think, at how deep it was (usually it just sort of wets his toes), then went back to stand in it a minute.
I had the baby sweater out to finish the 2nd sleeve, so I'm working away. I look up, and Taenzer's greedily eating something. Taenzer never picks things up off the ground; she knows better. So I called, "What are you eating? C'm'ere and let me see!" She looked at me, moved a step, and grabbed another mouthful of whatever it was. "Taenzer! What is that? Come here!"
She came over, I grabbed her nose. "Open up. What's in there? What are you eating?" She's wiggling, shaking her head, trying to get loose. "Stop that! Hold still and let me see."
At which point Taenzer goes, "You want to see? Okay, here you go: KOFF!" I wind up with about a quarter cup of grass stems all over me and the baby sweater. EEeeewwww! Let her go, start picking off pieces of grass. She goes back to eating grass like a cow that hasn't seen pasture in a week. "You're going to make yourself sick! You know that, don't you?"
Sometime this evening I think I can expect that grass to make a reappearance.
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My dogs graze like cows as well. It's not always to barff it up again. I really do think they like it. It looks kind of funny when they do that. It's like out on the pasture, but with dogs instead of cows.
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