There are so many great parts of summer, but my all-time favorite is blueberry picking. No matter how careful my hooman is, a quarter of the blueberries that they pick never make it into the bowl. It’s okay, though, because I’m prepped and ready to eat up every rolling fresh, round blueberry that hits the ground. If I flash my cutest smile, I’m rewarded with a blueberry smothered in peanut butter. Ah, the perfect combination!