Friday, November 28, 2014
Every time we took Luna to the beach, she inevitably ended up with at least one sandspur stuck in her paw. (Her first trip to the beach might be an exception. Honestly, I don't remember much else after she took home most of the sand on the beach in her eyes.)
I don't know what it was about her that made her a sandspur magnet. The boys would run and play on the same beach and not getting any of the evil sandspurs stuck in their paws.
However, that all changed on our last trip to the beach. On Sunday, Henry got not only one, but two sandspurs stuck in his paw! I guess someone needs to carry on the sand spur tradition.