An Encounter with Dirt

Today was Bentley's first "real" encounter with dirt. Once or twice in the past he's gone for a handful of potting soil from a plant, but today the plant attacked and dumped dirt all over him - in the ears, neck folds, on the arms, all over theclothes. As I was brushing him off I had to wonder if this is just the first of many many encounters we will have with dirt!

I say the plant attacked him simply to try and be fair in my portrayal of how events could have taken place. From the plants point of view it may have seemed Bentley tugged, not too gently, on one too many leaves and urged it towards a jump. Since neither of them can talk in clear English we may never know where more of the blame belongs...