Puck, why do you look guilty? What do you have in your mouth?
Oh, a fallen pear? Okay, you can have it.
Puck roamed away to select the perfect place under the pear tree to enjoy his treat. I followed.
I love it when he uses his feet like little hands to hold something in place.
Who knew dogs liked pears?
This might be easier if he wasn't missing a big canine tooth.
Sniff, sniff. Any crumbs left?
Sniff, sniff. All gone.
Smack. That was lip smacking good!
Hey, what are you doing over here?
Rub my pear belly, please.