I was tempted to say G is for Grape or for Green Bean, but really and truly, there is nothing better than G for Grass. I could live on grass. My wild ancestors certainly did. We just love it. It may surprise you to know there are different types of grass in a field but you may not notice unless they flower. I’m tempted to just post pictures of us and grass, just so I can spend my time gazing at my favourite subject. Grazing at it would be even better.
6 thoughts on “G is for Grass”
Thanks for the lovely pics, Vic. I’ll bet you and Mummy love to reminisce about your road trips to Scotland. I always enjoyed the photos and recaps.
I have to admit that the pics made me a little sad. I miss Fred, George, and Hugo, as you do I’m sure. I’m just a silly old Auntie. What ever will you do with me, Vic? Sigh.
I don’t think you’re silly, Auntie. Have a smooch from me ❤
Right back atcha, V. XO
I like your pet, I was planning to have one too. I guess G grass fits for your pet too.
Do check out my G at GAC a-z
You are very funny.
Nice pictures of what sounds like an amazing visit to Scotland. Stay warm my furry little friend, Geoff.
Thank you Mr Geoff. I think I’ll take a nap in my snuggle tunnel next. That’s nice and warm. You can see a picture of Hugo in it above. I’ll be in my cage though. The grass is too damp at the moment.
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