Boz is obsessed with apples. In his world and from his point of view, they fall from the sky, which is something you can’t say about a dog biscuit. Milk-bone handouts or kibbles found under the couch are not as forthcoming as the windfall of twenty apple trees, all of which are a short jaunt from any given door of this fine old house.
So when I began snapping shots for an upcoming post about my favorite apples in the orchard, it came as no surprise that this furry little interloper took full advantage of a low shelf and focused photographer. The photo says it all. Oh, and for any would-be apple eaters at tall clover farm, I do wash the apples, even if Boz starts the job.