It's not that Ozzy only rolls in the grass when it's Springtime, but the dreary Winter months don't compel him to roll with such voracity, with such gusto. Speaking of gusto...
If ever a dog had a sole purpose in life, Nanna was put on this earth to fetch tennis balls (and sticks, and anything else even remotely spherical or made of wood). Some of you gentle readers have even seen Nanna throw herself off of small cliffs in pursuit of limbs, logs and sticks in general. And Springtime, especially post-daylight savings Springtime, means longer hours and more sunlight in which to fetch.
The joyous arrival of Spring, and the fact that it doesn't seem to be going anywhere anytime soon, is not limited to parks and grass and dogs, oh no. The barren skeletons of the ivy that covers The Planning Shop's hallowed walls also revel in this glorious season.
I trust you'll believe me when I tell you that I am wearing all pink today.
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