So on a beautiful Saturday afternoon, my friend Juliet's young daughter picked a dandelion flower and brought it to me. Look at the pretty flower she exclaimed. Holding Cheyenne (Lauren's puppy), I leaned over to smell it-and so did Cheyenne. She actually smelled the flower, looked around, and bent down and ate the flower in one quick chomp. There was no pulling it out of her mouth. Luckily, the little girl wasn't traumatized and thought that it was funny.
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