Green Grass -- The Feel of It, The Taste of It

I have a confession to make. I'm a grazer. Yes, I love to eat green grass. I don't need the fiber, my tummy's not upset, I just love the taste of all that roughage. With spring finally here, there's no shortage of green, leafy stuff in our yard.

After I tank up, I'm ready for a good romp around the farm. Here I'm checking the perimeter in case a chicken flew over the fence. I don't allow chickens in the yard. I shoo them right back where they came from.

Then I indulge in a good roaching. Man, I love the smell of all that fresh grass when I roll in it.

My Boy and I like to play DogBall. I don't always understand the rules of the game, but whatever makes him laugh is fun for me, too.

Glynn wastes no time and starts running right out the door. She's a serious runner, I tell you. It's like she's packing the most speed into every moment out in the yard. Go, Glynn!

Cap prefers a more sedate pace around the grass. He likes to do a lot of sniffing. Not sure what he's looking for, but he sniffs the place over good. Sometimes he finds a misplaced squeakie toy.

Here comes Glynn again! Her ears flap up and down, and she has a big smile on her face.

Being outside in the green grass always makes us very happy dogs! We've waited all winter for this.

A friend once told us, "You can either have a pretty yard full of flowers, or you can have dogs. I choose dogs". We agree!

~Tell

The Nose Knows

After days and days of rain and cabin fever, we finally had a pretty day of sunshine! We raced outside and had a super romp around the yard. Glynn was so excited that she must have sniffed over every inch of our great outdoors, and when she came back inside, we noticed her mustache was green. Where she stuck her snoot to turn it green, we don't know, unless it was all that wet grass she sniffled through. Whatever color she is, I still think my little sis is cute. Here's a goober shot of her (she didn't like having her close-up picture taken, can you tell?). I call this one GooberGlynn.

Ol' Buddy Buck has settled into our home and doing well. Yep, he's here to stay. No more foster home, it's the real deal for him. The second day he was here, he showed me how to lift the latch on the gate with his nose and open it up. Well, why didn't I think of that? Would have made things much simpler, I can tell you. The gates are usually locked, but he was watching and timed it just right when Mom had her back turned. Unfortunately, we were rounded up and put back inside before we could make our getaway, and locks put on the gates. Well, I'll just file that tip away for future reference, though. Good to know.

So what have your noses been up to this week?

~Tell