I just wander among the bushes, and nip off a rosebud here and there, and no-one ever notices. Unfortunately, Della caught me in the act this time - she can be pretty sneaky.
So I decided that I should try to distract her with charm and cuteness, while I pushed away the incriminating evidence with my left paw....
That didn't seem to be working too well, so I turned it on full throttle. My smile usually gets me whatever I want...
... but not this time. She was pretty mad as that rosebush had had about ten buds on it earlier that morning.
So I quickly switched gears and went with abject remorse. That's very hard for me, but I thought I did quite well considering how quickly I had to switch. Secretly, I was dying to finish up that yummy rosebud.....
I guess that rosebush did look pretty pathetic after I was done with it.
My tactical mistake was leaving a blossom half-eaten. I got too distracted by the rosebuds. I should have just yanked the whole thing off.... you get no gratitude for trying to be careful.
So now there are no roses left to tend, and I've turned my attention to some wood working -- trying for an abstract sculptural look. I find most of my materials in the hedges that surround my yard. I bite, pull, gnaw and yank them off, then drag them into a pile.
Unfortunately, Adele and Della keep neatening up my studio and moving my stuff over to the edge of the yard.
Then I have to drag (and it IS a drag....) them all back into the middle again.
But I noticed yesterday that the roses are getting buds again, so in a few days I'll be back to my favorite activity. You're supposed to "Stop and smell the roses." Well, I think eating them is even better...and that's my story and I'm sticking to it!
