I fell for it again. My dog clanged the metal garbage can and her empty bowl and barked at me. I thought she was extra hungry and gave snacks. Then I remembered she does this if I don’t appropriately move from what she considers the day portion of the house to approved Night Areas. I never learn.
Once a week I give my dog a big cardboard box to rip and shred and then I crawl around on my knees picking up the the scraps. Now she celebrates whenever a package gets delivered.
I’m undertaking this same project. You reminded me to put a camera out there. If raccoons spend the night licking buttermilk moss of my rocks, I don’t want to miss it.
Attn: Gen X I have attained a pristine pair of the same boots Molly Ringwald wore in The Breakfast Club. Not similar, but 1980s Ralph Lauren deadstock. Decades of searching. they were always waiting for me. (Soundtrack of this post by Simple Minds.)
