Most of the flowers on my trails are starting to fade and I’m kind of happy about it. I’m getting tired of my person stopping every few feet to take flower pictures. Aren’t we supposed to be walking when we go out on my trails? I mean, it is called a walk, isn’t it?
My person makes me stay around her when she’s taking pictures and it’s really boring. I start looking for some good weeds to munch on and she gets mad at me for it and yanks me away from them. Or I try to run off down the trail – and then, boing! I hit the end of my leash. And my person yanks me back when I do that too.
So it’s good that we’re running out of flowers for my person to take pictures of. Well, I thought we were anyway. We were walking along the trail and I saw something yellow that wasn’t there before. And then another – and another.
Oh, no! It’s the prickly pears. They’re starting to bloom. And the prickly pears are everywhere on my trails. And they all have lots of flowers. If my person tries to take pictures of all those flowers I’ll never get my walk. We’ll be stopping and going forever. Click, click, click.
It’s bad enough that I have to hang around and wait for my person while she’s taking pictures. But what if she doesn’t finish before it’s time for dinner?