They say money doesn't grow on trees, but what about tennis balls?
Our (non-existent) summer here in Sonoma County left my tomatoes in the lurch.
I've had only a few precious ripe tomatoes. Most are green and still hanging on the vine. My dog Lucy apparently thinks they are tennis balls. Why else would she jump up on raised beds to pull them down to play? I can handle losing the unripe tomatoes, but not the gloriously juicy red ones!
Imagine my surprise when I tiptoed to the garden with my FLiP camera, intent on capturing Lucy pillage "tennis balls," only to find that she had one of only three, three, ripe tomatoes in her canine clutches!
Dogs are just like kids. They're too cute to hold a grudge and the giggles are always worth it!