We’ve Got a Lovely Bunch of Coconuts

I’ve been eye-balling the coconut tree on the corner. It’s next door.

This morning, I decided to step outside and make that sharp right to check out the ground beneath it. When I did, holy moly! I hit the mother load. There were stray coconuts everywhere. True, some where a little elderly, but that was OK with me. I grabbed an arm full and took them back to the Fort Doberdale Coconut Posse. I threw them on the ground, found my big ol’ white shopping bag, and took another sharp right turn back to that tree.

I returned home with a huge bag full of the precious nuts, proving I am the hunter that my dogs think I am, once again. (Yesterday I came back with chickens! I not only hunted them down, I cleaned, wrapped, and froze them for storage.) After unloading the massive bag of coconuts onto a lawn chair, I wiped off all the ants that accompanied the nuts over here and had crawled onto me.

One of the coconuts had a good sprout on it, but there was not enough color in the mix for artiste Luigi, so he added his yellow Cuz ball to brighten the pallet. Then he stared, waiting for something to happen.

Something did. Raven came along with the evil intent of taking his Cuz ball. And Leissl had the same idea, without the evil intent part. The three stood together psychically deciding the fate of the helpless ball.

When all was said and done, Leissl put her decision into action, and that was that.

Until later, when Luigi regained possession of today’s coveted Cuz, and planted it next to the newly potted coconut tree. Ollie was ready and willing to grab that ball.

Meanwhile, the Queen Mother, the Bahamian Baby, who taught these mainlanders what a coconut is for, pulled, tore, and enjoyed her Sunday morning coconut bash.

Lilian, who carries on as if she’s the ultimate Doberdiva, got coconut hair stuck in her teeth.

It’s a bit like walking around with spinach on your teeth. But curlier and you don’t have to smile for people to notice it.

Annie was more into hugging her coconut than using it on her teeth.

Bouchard, macho Frenchmann that he is, used the one-paw-holding method when pulling his nut apart.

Baby used the traditional two-paw method.

Ginger took special efforts to move her coconut around to the right spot.

Then she dug in!

Ooops! A little sprout. Another one that needs a pot of soil to grow up in.

While Lilian’s scanning for a spare pot, I’ll go find the soil.

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About Helen

I'm a Southern California living in South Florida. I've been here for 10 years as of October 1, 2007. No matter where I live, I'm a dog lover, and my breed is the Dobermann Pinscher of the Working Group. I am also fond of the Australian Shepherd of the Herding Group. My life revolves around my dogs, which is something those family members of mine don't understand. So I'm an island in that respect, but have built friendships with those who are doggie lovers and respect the canine as much as I do. Some do rescue, some train in, compete in, and judge AKC trials. The common thread is our dogs are family.

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