We found a whole bunch of them at the beach yesterday when we went to cool off. I don't know how they got there or why, but when the universe gives you a coconut you don't ask why. You just enjoy. If you've ever nibbled on their squidgy white insides, you know what I mean.
I know Pug likes to think he's a genius and I just have a skinny neck, but I know some things and coconuts are one of them. I don't recall how or why I know how spectacularly tasty a coconut is, but they are and I know it. Pug took a little... convincing.
PUG: no way that thing is eatable.
ME: so delicious!
PUG: but it's... hairy.
PUG: really? are you sure?
Of course as soon as he saw how much I was enjoying my coconut, he just had to enjoy one too. Or at least pretend to. I don't even think he liked it, but if I'm eating, Pug needs to be eating too. He's funny like that.
|somebody likes coconut|
|somebody else is not so sure|
|somebody doesn't want to be the one not eating|
I will admit Pug isn't completely clueless when it comes to coconuts. He did discover they make very good fetchables. If you're Pug, that is. I believe in fetching only three things: my Henrietta chicken, flying squirrel and rainbow crack balls. He can fetch his half of the coconut. Mine is most definitely being eaten.
|somebody has no idea|
Pink hearts, blue skies and coconuts!