When summer comes and brings the hot weather with it, the soft green blanket of clover in the backyard turns into veritable mat of burrs. You know, those little round spiny discs that get stuck to your socks? When Arthur runs around outside and brings more than a handful back in with him - usually attached to his body - I call him Aaron Burr.
But it's a real pain having to pick them out of his tail.
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That's disgusting. Oh, and I found stuck to the cuff of my pants this morning when I got to work.
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