The Fruit King
It's sum, sum, summertime and I should have fruits a'plenty.
But I don't. I have to buy my fruit at the store like everyone else, because I have a Chester.
Chester, King of the Fruits, eats the strawberries as soon as they emerge. They're supposed to be everbearing, for which he is grateful. Me? I have no idea. Then Ches moved on to the green blueberries, so I got bupkis there, and now he's busy in the raspberries on a daily basis. He's such a heathen, he eats the green ones, and stands there with a thoughtful expression on his face, "Mmm, piquant."
So I have no fruit. He hasn't discovered the three cute bunches of Gewurtztraminer yet. Tiny little green beads so far. Since I've never so much as given him a grocery store grape (grapes are bad for dogs in a mighty big way), I'm hoping he doesn't really know what they are. Keep your fingers crossed.
Oh, and there would be pictures, but there's no fruit to take pictures OF.
posted by AndreaR @ 7:15 PM
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3 Comments:
I'd like to see Chester with a banana! He's such a monkey. Curious George!
I'm not surprised at all. My boy loves fruit, and starts every morning with a bowl of fruit and yoghurt. Bananas are his favourite. Melon comes next. Rhubarb and pineapple are down at the bottom of the list. He'd eat a whole banana out of my hand if I let him.
I have the same issue with grape tomatoes. Had to resort to the Topsy Turvy thing hung really high.
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