Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Oh my Dog! My Poor Lawn!

Gabe loves grass.  He loves to lie in it; he loves to eat it; he loves to dig holes in it; to get at the succulent (I'm assuming?) grass roots.  Archie doesn't have the same love affair with grass but he likes to play on it.  If the ground is a little soft, when he and Gabe run around on it, the flip of little clods of sod.  Not good.  For the most part, the boys are not allowed on the lawn in the summer.  The yard is plenty big without having to use that area.

However, occasionally, especially when it's hot and the ground is hard, I'll let the dogs on it for a bit.  And then Gabe, for one, really goes to town.

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Sunday Sleepies

Yes, we have ruff life.

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Dog Days of Summer

If Gabe were human, he wouldn't be one of those guys at the park, tossing a frisbee around, nor one of the guys at the beach, catching a wave.  No, I firmly believe he would be one of those guys chilling in an Adirondack chair in his back yard, cold beer in hand.

Stay cool!

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Propagating an Archie Tree

Yes, that's my Boo, curled up in a hole he dug himself in one of my planter barrels.  There was nothing planted in it, but there is now!  Looking forward to my harvest of wee Archies.