Friday, April 16, 2010
A Spring Ray
So can a blind dog read minds? I was on the phone with Ray's foster mother, Amber. I was walking around the backyard and checking out the new growth and flowers, (seeing if I had any plants remaining after the piles of snow this winter and a blind dog peeing on everything in sight since last summer.) As I was talking, I noticed that two Trillium that I had planted the summer before were coming up. They were only about three inches tall but I was excited. I didn't think that they would be affected by snow but I really didn't think they would make it through Ray tromping all over them. As this thought went through my head, Ray walked over and laid down on them. Then, finding that spot not as comfortable as it could be, he got up, dug a shallow depression, and laid back down, the fragile plants scraped aside with a small mound of dirt.