For how dumb our dogs are. Right now, Honey is laying down beside her food, yet again. She’s not smart enough to realize if she ate it that she then wouldn’t have to guard it. The rest of us have to deal with getting around or over the multiple baby gates set up to separate them until she finishes or we give up and save her breakfast for dinner.
But THIS one, the Small Stupid One as he’s often called, decided instead of running his usual lap or two around the fire pit and back to the deck that he would instead go tearing off for the neighbors’ bushes and then baja back through the courtyard. The completely covered in wild onion, black raspberry canes, and pricker-seeded weeds. Fifty-two pickup on aisle nine…
Dumbhead.
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