Sunday, April 25, 2010

The Grass is Always Greener

I don't know quite what I had expected. Maybe to see Linus playfully leaping through the grass, merrily swatting at bugs and chasing birds?
Instead, he does a variation of the army crawl from stone to stone, pausing only to eat grass
I can be a little overprotective. (I was rescuing him from a cactus, despite what Paul might say). 
Too nervous to stay outside and watch any longer. 
And Linus had enough as well. 
He made it right inside the door before collapsing. From exhaustion? Who knows.