Earning Their Keep

It's a clear, sunny, cold, windy morning, and we decided to give the Boyz a treat: they get to mow the dog yard. Mike keeps it well seeded and watered, so it's about the only place on the property that has a lick of grass. We wait until it's got these lush and long clumps, then let the Boyz munch and poop to their hearts' content. One downside is we have to clean up all that poo or the dogs will have their own smorgasbord. Another is that the horses tend to lean on the outside of the fence longingly, begging for unlimited access. Ooh, Mr. Fry does not like that at all. I've seen him chase those bad Boyz with a rake. They don't care — what a fun game!

Mowing as fast as they can shovel it in.

Note Pokey over there doing his best weed eater imitation
around the porch slab.

Mmmm, the good stuff!

Bless his sweet, fuzzy little head.