MEAN GREENIES

Yeti, our last dog’s favorite treat was a Greenie, a green starchy chewable bone-shaped object she could chew into bits and swallow in a minute of two. Green meanies are something else and they hurt my hand to hold, as I am in this photo. I wish people would pick them up so I didn’t have to.

I call them “green meanies” because I stepped on one once barefoot. Though I didn’t bleed, it was painful. They are the remains of fireworks of some kind and difficult to spot amongst bits of seaweed on the tideline. I search for them every day, plucked a couple dozen from the sand this morning, and I will still be finding them in January.
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