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Fallen blossom petals tend to get blown into small heaps before the garage door. If it is a windy day, they get blown into the garage when the door is raised. Partly because of that, but mainly for fun, I like to gather up handfuls of the petals and toss them up in the air to watch them flutter down around me.
A lot of times, I toss them up in the air over the dogs too, so that the petals flutter down over them.
Zorro looks at me then with a resigned expression which seems to say, "Humans are crazy sometimes, but one just has to put up with it."
And now she's inside and I'm petting her, and when I stop, she starts thumping her tail against the floor as if to say "I deserve more petting because I put up with your silly petal throwing."
A lot of times, I toss them up in the air over the dogs too, so that the petals flutter down over them.
Zorro looks at me then with a resigned expression which seems to say, "Humans are crazy sometimes, but one just has to put up with it."
And now she's inside and I'm petting her, and when I stop, she starts thumping her tail against the floor as if to say "I deserve more petting because I put up with your silly petal throwing."