Ah, there is nothing like it. Spring, between the intolerable slush and the scorching sun, with its cool nights and balmy temperatures, its clear skies and forgotten sounds, with its ... hey, wait a minute. Am I waxing poetic? Must be the result of hanging around a writer.
Okay, back to reality. Spent lots of time yesterday exploring the backyard and finding the best spots to rest a while. It sure is quiet during the day, with everyone working or in school, and it not being garbage day. And it's fun being outside - you never know who is going to visit.
We had the opportunity to catch up with Mikey from down the street, and we heard Dingo and Harley and Copper going all protecto mode - damn good for the neighbourhood, those three. But as much fun as the yard is, there's nothing better than when we go walking in the late afternoon.
Always something new to see and sniff and say 'ruff' to. We usually meet at least one other dog out walking, or we at least get to find out which way they went. One thing smarter about dogs than people - the calling cards we leave, a lot, along the way. I don't know how people get around without them.
And Mojo and I are intrigued by how surprised Jenny and Leon are that we don't pick up any tidbits as we walk. Well, duh! You don't know where they came from and you'll never know where they've been. Besides, why eat that stuff when we have delicious homemade meals waiting for us when we get home.
Speaking of which, supplies are lasting well. Think we'll be good until you come home. But don't think of that as a leave pass to stay longer. We miss you and can't wait to hear all about your holiday.
Love Tika-lee and Mojo-moo
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