I haven’t had a dog in years. But when I did, Polly would bury tennis balls in the back yard. Sometimes I dig them up when gardening. I carefully rebury them.
Last spring, one of them sprouted. It’s now a hardy tree, it looks a bit like a rubber plant, and it looks like seed pods are forming.
Maybe I should get another dog.
Consider this a friendly, local pub. Make yourself at home, bring your friends, have a good time! Meet new people, have a laugh, enjoy the ambience, and the Oxford commas.