Find the B

Can you spot the B? Not the bees, there are a ton of those, but the giant fuzzy goober who worked her way under this mass of greenery in pursuit of what must have been an absolutely fantastic smell?

Yep, there she is. That’s my big old fuzzbutt. I often lose my joy, but somehow, she always finds it–this morning, she tried to search for it up my nose, and it hastily reappeared on a spate of laughter as I tried to keep her questing schnozzola out of my mouth.

Dogs, man. We don’t deserve them.