When we had our condo on 34th Street, we'd walk down the block a couple of times per day and let him romp around at Howard Heuston Park to "get the crazies" out. We'd generally bring out a tennis racket and a couple of balls to send them back and forth across the park for him. During one outing, he came back with this tennis ball-sized glass apple, retrieved in the tall grass. It's remained one of our few decorations ever since.
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Sweet! All our neighbor's cat brings us is dead birds.
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