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Typhoon called a halt to perimeter patrol just so he could wallow and enjoy the spring grass sensation on a sunny Saturday.
The look from His Royal Highness Little Prince Typhoon Phooey tells the story as well as we can. We were patrolling the backyard and inspecting the new sod when the Little Man decided he had found the perfect spot to enjoy the spring grass sensation. He didn’t want to move, go inside, or do anything other than wallow.
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Oh Typhoon-how comfy that grass looks. I hope HU-Dad didn’t make you come in TOO soon!!
Ruby is so jealous of the Little Prince!! Only wet brown ground for her. Never a complaint though..
All that fresh grass just waiting to be wallowed on ! My Sibes would want to start excavations !!