I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again… our boy Reuben brings us lots of garbage, including but not limited to: cobs of corn, broken glass bottles, unidentifiable debris, and sticks… LOTS of sticks. I guess I never really took the “retriever” part of his breed seriously.
Over time, this debris tends to accumulate on our porch.
But, above all else, Reuben LOVES his frisbee.
Yes. That… is a frisbee. A very well-loved frisbee.