About a week ago Terry and I discovered that Miles had never touched the grass in our backyard. We were expecting him to love the feel and instead he was panic stricken. As soon as we set him down he started making an odd sound and tried to balance all his weight on his bottom so that his legs and feet were not in contact with the ferocious greenery.
Here he is making a break for safety. In the end he did tolerate the grass as long as he only had to touch it with one finger.
2 comments:
Good old Spanky- he's a sensitive soul.
It's ok Miles, I hate nature too.
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