Gravity Aided
Legendary Member
- Location
- Land of Lincoln
We had strawberries growing wild near the sandbox at or old house, but I never saw any fruit. Our retriever had a sweet tooth, and would turn over the leaves, looking for ripe strawberries, and eating them at the peak of perfection. Mrs. GA thought it was the funniest thing. I didn't mind, that dog was the best watchdog, child minder, and rail enthusiast I've ever seen. And she hunted well also.