I know, I just put up a thread for foster pup, Willy earlier today; this happened since!
I went out and picked tomatoes (again). As usual, all the fluffs came out with me and poked around in the back yard. Tasha snuck under the fence to be in the veggie garden with me; she is not supposed to, but she does.
Went in, got a sauce going, it was time to feed the pups, so I'm talking and singing my "kibble in da dish!" song. Dad and I hear whining. Hmmmm . . .
Willy had snuck under the fence and was in the veggie garden. Just like Tasha, once in there, they have NO IDEA how to get themselves out and we have to open the gate for them. But for Willy, one difference:
Dad going over to "free" Willy:
There is something red in the grass at the base of Dad's cane; I could see it, but the camera didn't catch it.
Willy had picked himself a tomato!
He carried it down the length of the yard to show me; but I was NOT allowed near it, lol.
"See what I gots, Mum?"
"No, if you try to get it, I will hide it here under da table!"
Stand by, need to end this story for ya!
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