I've been wondering about what it is that makes grass so darn tasty! Hardy will do just about any trick he can to sneak a bite of grass.
I took him outside tonight to snap a few pictures of him. He knows that if I catch him eating a bunch of grass, he hears the most dreaded words on the planet..."no!" Those words immediately invoke the sad eyes, the droopy ears, and well, I'm sure if you could see his tail nub he would hide it.
Tonight there was an elaborate plan...first we lick the side of the garage...then we only lick the grass...then the flowers near the grass...then we look at mom. She's looking and trying to catch proof of the grass eating addiction on the camera... Guess we need to resume licking the grass.
The minute mom looks away...chomp! A mouthful of grass!
We take (AKA corgi hop as fast as possible) the mouthful of grass in the garage and chew really fast.
Then we come back out to try again.
...but Hardy's been caught and in the house he goes--after posing for a picture and sticking his tongue out. (Yeah-that was a lucky shot,,,but the grass plan...that was genius!)