a flower (and toothpaste)

every day, chuck, dottie, milo and i take a morning walk and an evening walk up the hill to the coffee shop. on our morning walk several days ago, we stopped for a moment to point out some flowers on a bush we passed. on the way back down the hill, we pulled one of the flowers off of the bush (one that looked like it was on it's last legs) and gave it to dottie, assuming she would tear the petals off or stuff it in her mouth. instead, she held on to it and held it like a prize. grinning as we strolled her down the block. we got home and she walked around taunting milo with it and then putting it down gently in a little cubby. how funny is it that she knew to be so gentle with such a fragile thing? here are some pictures of dottie with her flower (and a tube of toothpaste that she came across in my target bag)...