Gus and I love our deck. It’s like a little fenced in play area with cushions to lie on and things to mouthe. Guardian lets us out there and we find wonderful treats waiting for us. Like these long sticks that we can chew and chew and chew on. They are bully good! They get all white and gooey—that’s when they taste the best! And that’s why Guardian won’t let us take them in the house.
Our deck is up high with a railing we can look through. Gus is very nosy (well, as nosy as a flat-faced dog can be) and if he sees anyone walking anywhere nearby, especially a dog or cat or kid or a piece of flying paper, he just has to sound off. I’m much more discriminating about what gets my attention. “Why make all that effort?” I think to myself. But then I’m the elder, so I know things—like how to conserve your energy for the really important things. Things like chasing a ball and chewing on it; things like playing with a squeaky toy. You know—but that’s a subject for another day!
The other day, Guardian got all excited and ran outside on the deck with Canon. She started taking pictures of the sky. I didn’t think it was such a great deal, but she was just ooohing and ahhing and saying something about how gorgeous a polluted sky can look. I thought pollution was a bad thing, but I guess sometimes it can make a beautiful sky. See for yourself!
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| So, what do you think? Who’s prettier—me or the polluted sky? |
that dog sweater is way too much of a match to the sunset ;')
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