This is not a very exciting post.
With a couple brief exceptions, I’ve lived almost exclusively in condos and apartments since I moved out of my mother’s house 20 years ago, and some of my dogs have never in their lives had a yard. So it’s still a novelty for me to step outside my front door, sit down in the grass and relax on a nice sunny day without going anywhere.
The collies are still getting used to it as well. They’re still trying to master just *being* outside instead of rushing outside to *do* something.
Even Dexter has been seen relaxing from time to time.
You have to keep an eye on TWooie though – he takes his Guard Dog duties very seriously, and sometimes he’ll run up on the road and let people know they’ve got some nerve walking by “his” yard. Kind of bossy for a dog who just got here.
The whole world is Wootie’s yard.
And in Wootie’s yard, the beavers build him bridges to cross to the other side of the river, where the Food Lady’s screams to come-back-here-right-now are much less irritating. Not that he was listening to her anyway.
See? Not too exciting a post. Just a little shout out to the sticks where we’ve made our home! We are all starting to really like this “yard” thing. One of these days I will actually fence it, and then I can enjoy it without keeping one eye on Runaway Woo and the other on Bossy TWoo.
(he and Rogue and Auntie Fiona joined us for a ramble along our acreage today. Rogue and TWooie generally Do Not Get Along Well but today they did not fight, which I think is progress!)