When Winston has been out in the yard the past several days, the grass and weeds were up to his belly. Front yard, back yard, each was overgrown with the mix of greenery that is heavy on weeds and light on grass. He would lift his feet high as he picked his way through the yard, and I could imagine him thinking whatever the canine equivalent of "ewwww" is.
Thanks to today’s break in the rain, it was possible to mow the yard after work and it was the usual fun and games. Once the sun was low enough and the yard shaded, it was show time. There was the ceremonial grand entrance of the mower from the shed to the yard, and the mandatory checking and topping off of the gas. There was the usual difficulty in pulling the cord to start the mower.
Winnie sometimes sleeps funny. |
It was not a
personal best time, but it was also not the worst, and it’s done now, so there’s
that. Once Winnie awakens from his sprawling nap on the couch, he should have an easier time going out to potty, so that is the
real benefit. Unlike the last time I mowed, Winnie stayed inside which spared me the extra task of wiping green grass stains from his paws. This also felt like a win. Sleep will be under the blanket of victory tonight.
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