Whew. No park, but just as exhausting. Saki went on a bee hunt, circling the big azalea bush hundreds of times, jumping, running, hopping, digging, barking—all for the thrill of capturing the bees that sup on its sweet nectar. He almost caught one once or twice, but destiny wasn’t on Saki’s side. Or maybe it was; after all, he could have gotten stung.
He has some talents, and maybe we should hire him out. He can root out termites; chase squirrels off your property, you know, so they don’t climb up to the roof and build nests in your attic; he can wake people and dogs out of bad dreams by kissing them; he can clean crumbs from your floor; and, now, he can rid your azalea bushes of bees.
After all that running around, Shane and I were tired, you know, from watching. Eventually, Saki got tired, too. So, we sat in the yard and panted until the sun went down. And when the ice-cream truck passed the house, we didn’t even bother to get up.
Best wishes, Juno
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