One of the hazards of life on the edge of the Boreal Forest… especially if you’re woolly like I am! I do my best to get rid of them myself, but I always end up needing a helping hand. They prickle something awful!
These things depress me.
I scratch at them, I try to roll them off, I even dive into the snow trying to freeze them off.
The end result is always the same…. Elizabeth must help me get rid of them.
Ouch! You’re pulling my wool!
That’s this outing’s harvest. Burdock seeds and my wool pulling them all together. Another form of Dog Art?