I’m afraid this is what passes for patriotism with my boys.
Happy Independence Day everyone!
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*Nom nom* That blueberry was delicious.
I’ll eat all the rest in those buckets, thank you.
Murphy has figured out where blueberries come from, and he is quite willing to pick them himself. What a helpful lad.
Some may know this time of year as Blueberry Season.
Toby taught me not to wear felt-bottomed shoes when I go blueberry picking. That day, he would not let me move until he had cleared every drop of juice from my poor tennies.
There is at least another bucket of berries waiting to be picked and turned into pies. Tomorrow I plan to help them with their collective wish.
What? I like to keep things interesting!
The Adventures of Bitey Dog 