About midday, Clyde gets a stroll around the garden and a few biscuits (not necessarily at the same time). I always figure, when he's licking his chops at the start of the amble, it's because he's thinking of those rawhide "pigs' ears" back inside.
The other day, Clyde spent a few minutes pretending he was a bloodhound, on the trail of something... or so I thought.
He made his way across the grass, over to the patch of tall sunflowers and Indian Blankets and other composites in the southern patch of Pop's garden... I assumed he was just going behind plants to "water" them.
I studiously examined the flowers -- and their contents -- for a couple of minutes, until Clyde came back out into the open. (I'll admit it, I don't much care to watch any animal voiding, and I think most domestic ones want some privacy for it, anyway.)
I think he found something more than a place to lift his leg.
Fortunately, whatever he discovered had no adverse effect upon his digestion.
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