Grass Is a Luxury

Summer is the annual permission slip to be lazy.
To do nothing and have it count for something.
To lie in the grass and count the stars (or the trees).

—Regina Brett

Duff here. After lunch yesterday, Mom and I went to the Grass Park next door. It’s all very well and Good to stay indoors. After all, that’s where the Munchies are. As You know, I do love My Mealtimes. My technique: First, I sniff the Scent to make sure Mom hasn’t snuck in something Foul. Next is a Little Lick. Then? I chow down! Living unstuck.

But after? We head outdoors. The weather has warmed Up and I love the Fresh Breezes, especially since My Grass Park is in front of An Eating Establishment. The Scents are heavenly. This time of year, I usually get a Romp. The Green Stuff is so soft under My Paws. Oh, and My Tummy. Living unstuck.

How about You? Do You enjoy lying in the Grass? Or are You strictly a Stand-Up kind of person? I say: Give it a Shot. I personally love it. I might even roll over Once or Twice. You don’t have to do that, but a Stretch Out would be Nice. Living unstuck. #unstuck-living#grass