Rosie does not seem to be put off by the fact that there are blackberries growing behind the shed. She went dashing back there all the way today, so I blocked the entrance off with concrete blocks that are currently too tall for her to climb over. Pretty soon she'll be able to get over them, but by then hopefully she will have given up her dreams of scratching her paws up on the blackberries, and the smaller barrier will be enough.
I did some pruning of the bamboo against the back wall today, and Rosie took the trimmed pieces and ran around the yard with them. She settled in a pile and chewed some of them up. Bamboo is delightfully fibrous when dead and dry, and it obligingly fell all to pieces in her mouth.
I would have raked, which is ever so exciting, but somebody hid the shed keys.
When we finally went inside, Rosie was pretty exhausted. She settled down in her crate and fell asleep, which was a good thing, because it started raining out at around 2pm, and as I've griped about before, there's little more miserable than taking the dog out to pee in the rain. She woke up when I moved into the office, and we had a quick potty break, but it was solid snoring from there on in.
It's also convenient to have the dog be asleep when I'm trying to do laundry, which needed doing after nearly three weeks of puppy-obsession. Household chores are ever so much harder when you have to pay attention to a scampery puppy who may at any time squat and pee.
(Noel and I remarked recently that our lives now seem to revolve around the dog's bowel movements to an almost unhealthy degree. I assume this will go away with time, but then again, knowing my friends with children, it may not.)
Rosie examines a concrete block
Rosie with her favourite stick
Rosie makes her pug face. No puppies were harmed in taking this photograph
Waiting for Rosie to pee
Rosie still thinks she's in charge
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