Charlie and the Pod Tree

Actually, there is no connection.  To speak of.  The pod tree has been growing and leaning  in some kind of a fit of arboreal koyaanisqatsi to the extent that some large upper limbs have broken and were hanging tenuously.  So I come home last night to find that the arborist had pruned back the damage, declaring it to otherwise be a healthy tree.  And Charlie looks on, seemingly oblivious to the danger the limbs had posed to his running sprees before they were removed.  All Charlie seems interested in is to nibble his quince.