Splendor in the grass

The 'rents are letting me spend a lot of time outdoors these days (in the shade, naturally). I love sitting in the grass, and sampling it, too. Oddly enough, Mommy and Daddy are not nearly so enthusiastic about my al fresco dining habits. Mommy shrieks, "She's grazing again!" and one of them yanks those yummy blades right out of my maw without so much as an excuse me or by-your-leave. What's up with that? Daddy scolds, "You are not a cow, young lady!" I don't know what a cow is, but if it gets to eat grass all day, that's the life for me.