I was so hoping that after the first day of spring no more flowers would show up.
But I was wrong.
Bunches of new flowers were on my trails today.
And of course my person had to stop and take pictures of all of them.
Like this Indian paintbrush.
This is the worst kind of flower, because it stands out wherever it is.
.
You can’t miss it, so I’ve got no chance of walking by quickly and hoping my person doesn’t see it.
But I discovered something today.
Something good.
Whenever my person stops to take flower pictures…
I can usually find some tasty weeds nearby.
And if my person doesn’t want me eating weeds she’s got to stop taking pictures.
Pretty good plan, don’t you think?
Take this white flower for example.
I had to search a little harder for the weeds.
But I found them.
***
Wait a minute.
I don’t see any weeds around this strange flower.
What is this flower anyway?
I’ve never seen anything like it on my trails.
My person will want to take pictures of this for sure.
I’d better hurry her along.
Maybe she won’t notice it.
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misswhiplash
March 21, 2014 at 10:36 am
Those flowers are very pretty and worth a sniff
Bongo
March 21, 2014 at 11:43 am
Patrecia, my person thinks the white flowers smell good but it’s not my favorite kind of smell.
misswhiplash
March 21, 2014 at 12:14 pm
No I guess that is true
Genevieve Petrillo
March 21, 2014 at 11:02 am
Gah! You’re lucky that round flower didn’t bean you on the head! Maybe instead of eating the weeds, you can eat the flowers. That will cut the picture taking to a minimum…..
Love and licks,
Cupcake
Bongo
March 21, 2014 at 11:43 am
Cupcake, eating the flowers would be a great idea – if they tasted better.
guineapigsqueak
March 21, 2014 at 11:33 am
You know what, Bongo? I think she noticed that white flower at the end but surely that’s more your sort of flower? If only it were a bit bigger, tennis ball sized perhaps?
The Pigs xx
Bongo
March 21, 2014 at 11:50 am
Pigs, once I found a tennis ball on my trails. But after awhile I got tired of carrying it so I dropped it for someone else to find.
Two French Bulldogs
March 21, 2014 at 12:08 pm
So that’s where golf balls grow
Snorts
Lily & Edward
Bongo
March 21, 2014 at 12:15 pm
Lily & Edward, a golf ball seed must have blown onto my trails. I’ve never seen any growing there before.
marina kanavaki
March 21, 2014 at 12:24 pm
Oh, Bongo, it seems that not much escapes your person’s vision! Just keep moving in her frame! 🙂
Bongo
March 21, 2014 at 7:22 pm
Marina, I keep trying but she pulls me out of the way.
Laika
March 21, 2014 at 4:16 pm
If you eat all the weeds, then you might be vomiting when you get home. The next time you go where the flowers are, your person will probably not take any pictures out of fear, that you are eating the weed again. Just an advice …I think 🙂 Have a great day.
Bongo
March 21, 2014 at 7:30 pm
Laika, I learned which weeds make me vomit and I don’t eat them anymore – well, hardly anymore. I’ve got to figure out some other way to stop my person from taking all those pictures. Thanks for stopping by and commenting.
eripanwkevin
March 22, 2014 at 6:59 am
I’ve never seen anything like the white round flower, either…very interersting…..Oh! Bongo…you have to bury it under the ground. so that your person won’t notice it…hopefully….
Bongo
March 22, 2014 at 10:36 pm
Kevin, I think someone else buried that white round flower for me. I couldn’t find it when I went back there.
colliesofthemeadow
March 23, 2014 at 6:10 am
Flowers…. water them, dig them up or roll in them.. hehehehe… as for eggs.. nom, nom, nom, -Ginger
Bongo
March 23, 2014 at 1:18 pm
Ginger, I hope we don’t get too many flowers too fast on my trails. I might have a hard time getting rid of them all.
dianeskitchentable
March 23, 2014 at 6:14 pm
I think she noticed Bongo. Do you think that a golfer laid an egg under that bush?
Bongo
March 23, 2014 at 7:27 pm
Diane and Lola, I’m still trying to figure out where that golfer hit that ball from. It must have been a long shot.
Dalton
March 26, 2014 at 2:38 am
Look at you finding the silver lining!
Bongo
March 26, 2014 at 11:37 am
Dalton, there’s always some good in everything. Sometimes you just have to look a little harder for it.