A Rolling Acorn

A smooth brown acorn rested inside the curve of an overturned terracotta saucer on the low stoop ledge. I paused on all fours, waiting to see if it would twitch in the damp garden breeze. When it stayed still, I crept forward and tapped the shell with my front paw. It wobbled and rolled in a brisk circle, making a hollow rattle against the coarse fired clay before settling into the rim. I pulled back a step, ears perking at the clear, scuttling sound, before nudging it again just to watch it spin.#Nintendogs #Dogs #GoldenRetrievers