Penny was in luck today - she had three walks. The last one was an impromptu stroll down the overgrown laneway running between two local streets. Ive asked the council if they would refrain from spraying poisons there and, wonderfully, they dont. They mow it four times a year. We wouldnt be happy to walk there in snake season, but this early in a still-cool spring, it feels safe.
I was struck by the beauty of dandelion seedheads and crouched to take some photos while Penny wandered further along the lane. Silly me. Penny never goes far away unless theres food involved. Well, she would call it food. Were more inclined to refer to her favorite snacks as disgusting rubbish.
So, Im busy enjoying the beauty of nature:
Then I notice Penny, also, is busy enjoying something.
Oh, yes. Some delicious mouldy bread.
I race down, we have a brief tug of war, after which Penny graciously (not!) surrenders the rest of the bread and we move on.
Of course, Penny throws up. Thank goodness for that. The bread was disgusting.
Why do our neighbours think its a good idea to toss discarded bread into the lane?
And then Penny starts eating grass. Definitely after shed thrown up.
Ive previously seen her eat grass before throwing up, but this is the first time I can definitely say it was post-vomiting and that she didnt subsequently throw up again.
She seems okay now (about five hours later) after a small meal, mainly cooked rice. Heres hoping her own system has dealt with the revolting snack.
