Lunch break

Every day during lunch the dogs lounge around the backyard soaking up what heat and warmth is left in the season. During the winter I let them out at lunch but they usually return to the door within about a minute. That’s because in summer they are willing to trade the warmth of the season with the fact that I am inside eating freshly roasted chicken. In winter they’re like, “She is right inside that door eating freshly roasted chicken and we’re standing here in the snow? Where is our gun?”

Stuff I found while looking around →← Their turf