I went out and picked a few pears off our tree today. It was an adventure, out there swinging my rake, trying not to kill one of the dogs with my falling bounty. We don't tend to our fruit trees at all. They're old and unkempt (sort of like me! heh heh) but produced a surprising amount of fruit this year.
The little dogs were all over me, begging for bites of my pear. Mystery solved of who has been nibbling the ones on the ground and Fatboy has been eating grass all week!
How can I not give them a bite? Just look at these faces!