An Easter tradition at my house is an egg hunt for Darling Doggie Dallas.
I shoo him outside (weather permitting), then tuck tiny dog treats into a dozen or so plastic eggs and hide them for him to find. When I let him back in, he races around the house, sniffing out treats, breaking into the eggs, and making me squeal with glee.
It’s fun and noisy!
But something outside caught his attention this year, and he paused to gaze out the window — missing what was “hidden” right beneath his nose.
Aren’t we all a bit like that at times?!