My Beautiful Jack Russell

I was just outside on the back porch on a cell phone call to my dad in Florida. He was over the moon telling me about his new imac. While he's talking about widgets and webcams and ichat, Remi is gathering the walnuts from around the yard and burying them, each in a different place.

I absent-mindedly took a few walnuts inside with me, the ones I'd been fiddling with when talking to my dad. Remi has just come up and gently snuck two of them out of my hand.