the little dachshund could hardly believe his eyes. “omg,” the little dachshund exclaimed to his mother as he stared at the silver basket placed before him, “our very first harvest of blueberries from the garden! i count one, i count two, i count three, why, i count eleventy zillion of them! and they all smell delicious! hee hee, wait’ll duk duk tries to guess my foofie tonitey nite.”
although the little dachshund was eager to start chomping, he paused, reminding himself that thoughtfulness and manners are always very important. “mom,” the little dachshund asked before putting a napkin around his neck, ”did u pick any for yourself and dad, too?” :)
Indulge and enjoy your blueberries Baxter, it's a short season! Happy foofies to you tonight. lol
ReplyDeleteHarley and LuluBelle say "meh," Baxter, they don't care for blueberries. But you are smarter than they are, so enjoy!
ReplyDeleteHi Baxter, You are so very polite. Our blueberries are just starting to turn blue so Sambo will have to wait a few more days for a taste.
ReplyDeleteBoo-berries are poo berries for the ferocious wolf! How many phoophies per blueberry?
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