I may have finally solved the mystery of why Mamie seems to have a gastrointestinal upset about every month. Admittedly, she has a gastric system more sensitive than the backside of that Princess with a pea, but why would her food suddenly disagree with her on a regular interval?
Then I watched the landscape guys here spew their pesticide over our lawns and finally something clicked in my little wee brain.
So on Sunday instead of walking her around our complex, I took her to the center of our little town, which I do from time to time. She left no bush, telephone pole, or patch of grass un-sniffed. We finished up in front of the big church on Main Street, and to prolong a walk she was obviously enjoying, we strolled up their sidewalk.
I was delighted of find a fledgling pumpkin in their bushes,
and she showed an interest in higher things.