It is the beginning of the longest season and temper flares now and then like bursts of gas refinery burn-off. Prickly. Irritable. Sloth. No long walks with dog and gun. Those are far ahead. Too far ahead. Irritable itch. We’ll get through. Somehow. Somehow. Some way.
3 thoughts on “Prickly”
Wow. I have been there. When your done brushing them out it’s like you have pulled more hair than anything. When ever I find a spot like that I tend to not go back there.
…how long do you make them stand on the tracks?…does it keep them out of the burrs after that?
Argh. How I hate the season of velcro invasives and the damn Houndstounge. It’s the nemesis of my yard and therefore the dog. Too far ahead and too far behind are the grateful seasons. The visual makes me cringe.