I wanted to post this in reply to another blogger’s post (that would be BiteyDog 🙂 ) but I couldn’t figure out how to do that, so here you go:

My Max was a therapy dog, and one of our favorite people to visit was a 94 year old lady named Anna. She always had watermelon, and she always shared with Max. I like to think they’re sharing watermelon in Heaven now.

So we (I) decided one summer to plant watermelons instead of flowers in my garden. I had male and female plants, sold to me by the guy who owned a little nursery and was trusted by everyone when it came to advise on growing pretty much anything. As time went on, I started seeing little baby watermelons, but mostly they would disappear before they got bigger than baseballs.

I live in the country. If you plant fruits and vegetables, be prepared to share with the critters. I didn’t begrudge them a few, but I did hope to get a few for us!

My lawn swing is behind the house, the garden is in the front. I spend most of the summer on that swing, I love it out there. Max was most often off leash, he rarely went beyond the front yard and never beyond the boundaries (except when the neighbor dog was in heat and then he lost his mind).

I had let him out to do his business and told him I was going to the swing. He would join me on the patio and happily lay at my feet while I read or knitted my way through the summer days. That day, I had gotten comfy on the swing, when around the corner of the house came Max, vine in his mouth, happily carrying that watermelon. He plopped down, watermelon between his paws, and gave me that big smile. He was SO proud of himself!

So I took his picture, laughing my head off. Then I took the watermelon from him, much to his annoyance, took it inside and cut it up, and shared it with him. (The rinds will cause cannon ass in dogs)

And there you have it, the story of Max and the watermelon. Still makes me smile. 🙂