Goose Grass

We’re all trying to work out where Zen went on our walk this morning – we thought he was with us most of the time, but just look at the amount of goose grass he managed to get in his fur (he had the same amount on his back leg as well):


I don’t think Mummy was too pleased, having to get all that out of him.

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2 Responses to Goose Grass

  1. Skoryy Lovok says:

    mumma said she had a goose who would attack anything that tried to take her goosegrass away from her ~ a bit like me & bones. I can understand about bones, but a plant? Does Zen have a goosey girlfriend he was getting a gift for?

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