You know what they say....about grass....green grass...on the other side of the fence. It's true. Now, also understand, that every time the dogs go out in the yard it's like the very first time for them! Whohooo - we're running, it's a yard, could be birds, could be bunnies, could be toads, snakes and butterflies. It's our territory, see the dogs run, run dogs run.
Today - it was a new yard. We took Hank, Mick and our little visitor dog, Rascal, to a friends house to run. We were having an Open House and had to vamoose for 90 minutes. Mick was in his glory, running the perimeter, jumping off 4' retaining walls. That part made me nervous! Hank didn't run as much, but his special op was fertilization. Rascal didn't wander far, but a praying mantis about scared him out of his fur coat.
What a treat to see them reveling in the joy of a new yard. What a blessing to have friends who welcome you and your pack without reservation. A new yard has new path's to explore. A familiar yard has tried and true paths. All path's are run with abandon. And that is a dog gone delight.
Life with dogs. A little humor, a dash of play, a seed of faith, and of course, some dog fur.
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