When I took Lynettea out for walkies yesterday I noticed a pretty dianthus flower had opened. I licked it and it was very soft. Then I ate one of the little petals.
Lynettea said, 'I hope that is not poisonous, Sasha.'
Well I am still alive this morning and rearing to go.
I wondered if my love of flowers was inherited from Diamond, but Lynettea said that was very improbable.
Anyway,' she told me Diamond didn't eat flowers. He sniffed at them. His favourite was violets.'