Silly Question

Despite being on leashes, Roscoe needed to roll like a puppy in the grass which led to a silly question from Typhoon.

silly question

A beautiful spring day. Lush grass. The temptation was too great. Despite being on a leash as we wait on our fence, Roscoe couldn’t help but roll in the grass like a silly puppy. Which, of course, led to a silly question from his brother and mentor, His Highness Little Prince Typhoon Phooey. That question, of course, was, “Why are you being so silly?”

2 Comments

  1. Debbie and Ruby on April 17, 2021 at 11:08 am

    If you act young you will stay young. Rolling in the grass makes one feel young. Just like rolling in the snow.

  2. Jean Burkhardt on April 17, 2021 at 6:57 am

    I LOVE when our dogs roll around like puppies in the grass. I believe Roscoe told the little Prince Typhoon Phooey-“Hey brother-I just love the feel of the nice soft grass on my back-so there”!!

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