|You don't have to count them, there's a lot|
I have seen the seed pods in the laundry and the carpet, and when I brush Orso, and in his tail. (ha ha, he has foxtails in his tail!!) I had been checking his paws from time to time and picking out a few here and there, but never as many as twenty-six. Sheesh!!
I am so sick of not having a back yard. I am so sick of the weeds. I am seriously going to burn the thing down.
Also, poor Orso has no where to frolic and laze under a tree or anything. Sad face for Orso.
Also, it's so embarassing that we've lived in this house for seven years and still don't have a back yard. I have so many visions of how pretty it will be when our yard is done. Sad face for me.
|Look at my happy boy! All de-seeded.|