The cherry tomatoes in my garden are winding down. If the weather holds, there will be a few more.
My little brown grand dog Milo in North Carolina has a volunteer tomato plant by the front steps. He has become accustomed to looking for a ripe tomato on his way into the house. Here he is, looking at the last tomato. And it isn't even ripe.
I wish I could just give him mine. I told his people they will need to purchase some. A little dog needs his tomatoes.
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