Last year my person and I took an extra long walk on trails that we hardly ever go on, because my person said that was the only place on my trails where the ocotillo grow.
Well, she lied.
Because we went on a trail that we sometimes go on – but the last time we went on it there was a sign on the part that goes back to our house saying it was closed. The sign said they wanted more cactus to grow on it – or something like that.
And besides that there were two people cuddling with each other this time.
I would have gone right up to those people and got some loves too, but my person said we could take the long way back.
The long way goes parallel (I don’t know what that word is – my person made me use it) to my regular trail, but it’s higher up the hill. My person says she hasn’t been on it in a very long time and I’m not sure if I’ve been on it at all. At least it doesn’t smell familiar.
So we were walking along on this long way trail and there they were.
Bunches of ocotillo just hanging out on the side of the hill.
They were even blooming with their little red flowers on top.
I’m still not sure why my person cares about these things though. I mean, look how tall and skinny they are.
If I was that skinny my person would probably take me to the vet for treats and loves.
I sure hope my person doesn’t try to take some of my treats and bring them up here to these ocotillo plants to fatten them up.
I think I’d better head back home now so I can keep a close eye on my treats.
Oh no, I forgot.
There’s a tame ocotillo across the street at my neighbor dog Toby’s house.
Toby, quick! Hide your treats!