Like in “has Reggie got some water today?” or “when did Reggie last got some fertilizer?”, he’s the “bouncer” on the door to my wife’s workshop & everybody loves him, even the squirrels from outside.
Like in “has Reggie got some water today?” or “when did Reggie last got some fertilizer?”, he’s the “bouncer” on the door to my wife’s workshop & everybody loves him, even the squirrels from outside.
Oh he or she is! Yesterday I asked my wife why we called him like that & she said, it was just the name on the pot as we found him on the streets years ago?! Idk anymore. But the leaves kinda look like the dreadlocks of your resident weed guy, and these “oh I gotta call Reggie before the weekend” is coming over strangely familiar…