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.
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Saturday, July 16, 2011
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.