The last October Sunday morning on
Sato Hill hens off laying eggs somewhere cackled. We tried to locate them, but
they fled up a tree before we got there. Lucky and Robert Redford are learning
to be good hunters. I taught them well, but Blondie did some educating these
mongrels also.
Our early morning kibble breakfast
needed to be supplemented to stay healthy or chunky-monkey as mom calls us. Blondie
and I would never pick up avocados or coconuts, hell we never thought of it.
Robert Redford and Lucky are on them the second they hit the ground. My curiosity got the better of me, I tasted a
bit of an avocado that Lucky left lying about; not bad, so I settled in to lick the skin. Lucky saw me. I didn’t
think too much about it; until he pounced on me. That nervy little wanker
pounced on me, well, it was pretty
good.
What surprised me the most was the
taste of coconut, oh my, that’s good.
This clever pair of pups rolls the coconuts down the driveway. Mom laughed the
first time she watched them from the bedroom window, said it looked like downhill
bowling. We went back to bed, but I was a bit annoyed listening to coconuts
rolling down the driveway all night. In the morning shards of coconut littered
the porch, so before long I curled up knawing on a piece, Robert Redford stood
over me like he thought I was going to give it up. My eyes bulged out of their sockets;
my lips showed not just my fine teeth, but my gums as I growled and spit, “I’ll
never give it up!”
Sunday mornings on the island and
life is good. Imagine those pups figuring out how to break the coconuts by
rolling them downhill; must have been a lucky accident; right?
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