Hey, it’s Monday and mama is home – what’s up with that? Oh… it appears that her schedule at work has changed, so now she will be off on Sundays and Mondays. Works for me… where are we going?
We always try to walk around different neighborhoods. Today we took a swing through the Belmont area.
And guess what I managed to find – a lovely park full of GIGANTIC FREAK PINE CONES
First I thought that I must taste these odd specimens, you know, to make sure that they were alright to play with…
Looks good – tastes good – THROW ONE TO ME MAMA!
COME ON COME ON COME ON COME ON!
THROW ME THAT CONE!!!
Oh, that was TOO easy. Is that all you got?
Come to me oh gigantic pine cone…
GIMME GIMME GIMME
Oh yeah. Not just one, but TWO gigantic mega cones. Let me enjoy them for a minute, will ya?
Gonna make me run AGAIN!!!!
I’m gonna get it this time!!!
Hehehe – no pain no gain!
I’ll take that cone now, please.
And after these fun photos were taken, I got to watch mama do something hysterical.
She made the mistake of throwing a pine cone a little too hard (that’s violating Rule #1 of Pine Cone Throwing, which is NEVER throw the pine cone really far). And so I took off across the grassy park in hot pursuit of that fine cone. When this has happened in the past, she is able to let go of my Flexi leash, which slows me down (it usually hits me in the butt at which point I lose focus on whatever I’m chasing and we both stop quickly). But not today…
For some reason she could not unhook her hand from the Flexi. I have four legs, she only has two. I can run fast. She never really runs at all. So as I ran faster and faster to try to get at that sweet cone, she was first running, then pulled, then flying behind me. Yes, I said flying. Her hand attached to the Flexi, she literally flew off of her feet and landed on the ground flat on her belly. Now here’s the really funny part – she was wearing a nylon-y jacket so once she landed she actually was moving along like she was on a slip-and-slide in the wet grass.
Luckily there were a lot of people around to watch this fantastic feat of fearless flying. Not to come over and help, oddly, but to bear witness. Mama looked around (once she’d come to a stop, of course), looked at me, and burst out laughing. Only then did all of the other people start laughing too.
And yes, I did get to that cone.