I don’t know what your politics are, but Al Gore be damned. It was 70 degrees here in Minnesota, October 30th. And dummy me put the convertible away for the winter.
Today was the day the pups got to walk in the leaves and green grass. We took them out two at a time. It’s getting tough to keep track of them unless they are in a confined area. It reminds me of “Festival Seating” at concerts years ago. Open the gates, and a ton of adolescent kids with a belly full of Boones Farm rush for the best seat. This was a GREAT idea.
A few of the pups were a bit apprehensive about being outside. They didn’t quite know what to make of the grass, the yard, or the leaves. And a couple, like Sherman, and Clark thought this was the greatest thing in the world. Within minutes, they were off exploring. This gave me an excuse not to rake this year. After all. The pups need some leaves to romp in.
Feeding continues to be a riot. “Bowl Diving” is the order of the day. Clark is a little on the small side, so we are making sure he gets his share and half of Spencers, who now resembles a spotted sumo wrestler. (Try not to hard visualize that.)
We have kids coming to the door by the bus load, so I gotta scram.
C YA
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