A Feast

Dear O'H dear & Lovely Tea Jenny,

Late summer walks are not simply walks, they are visits to a fruit salad bar. I now have to put Murphy on the lead to get him away from the apple trees and it’s a very slow walk past the brambles.

The Eldest Mini Princess asked “How come Murphy can delicately pick the ripest blackberries round the thorns but I almost lose a finger every time I give him a treat?”

Me: “Because having a nose jagged by thorns is a him problem. Your fingers are not!”

C