Remember the walnuts? Well, Kula eats them now. Not the shells, though. Just the meat. So our backyard is littered with walnut shells. This makes me smile from the inside out, she’s just so durn friggin cute.
She tries to bring them in the house now, too. She comes to the door with one in her mouth, trying to hide it. “Drop It…” I say. She drops it, I step aside, she quickly picks it up before trying to come in… “KULA! No. Drroooopppp Iiiitttt….” She drops it. I step aside. She picks it up. Repeat, repeat, repeat, until finally she wants inside more than she wants the walnut (or so she thinks). Then once she’s inside, she lays at the sliding glass door, staring pitifully outside at her abandoned walnut.
Eventually we let her out, and the whole cycle begins anew.
Then once she tires with playing with said nut, she cracks it open, mouths the pieces until the meat falls off the shells, and then leaves the empty shells in search of a new nut.