We have a yellow rose-bush on the south side of the house. It was huge this year giving us hundreds of blooms. Charlotte generally trims the bush down after those roses are gone.
We had a contractor come by to give us a quote on some windows. He came to the house one afternoon and I took him around to show him the windows. Unbeknownst to me, Charlotte had trimmed the rose-bush the night before. Of course, I ran out of the house bare-footed. As we reached that corner of the house, I stomped right through the scattered stems and their rows of thorns. I should have known better to wear shoes in the backyard. After all, we do have four dogs. And a rose-bush.