Clinging

Oh, those nasty burrs...
It's quite inventive from the nature, but they are a little horror in Omos fur.


I remember one late autumn walk with young Omo along the river Gersprenz. He was running joyfully through the burdocks and returned as a brown dog, totally sticked into the burrs, almost unable to move.
After some energency plucking of burrs, I needed two more hours at home to get rid of them. But I've learned my lesson: No more walks ther in the autumn (or only on the leash ) :-))