Thursday, May 29, 2008
Just Lay Me in My Grave Now!
That must have been Max's thought last night when he climbed into the dirt of the freshly built planter bed to take a nap.
We've been giving him more unsupervised outdoor time now that the backyard is completely fenced off. Usually he wanders around seemingly aimlessly for hours but lately he's been napping outside. He's slept next to the lavender, on the deck, and now — the planter bed.
He looked so cute and peaceful that I really couldn't groan about the seeds that I laid down that were now inevitably in his fur. He just looked so sweet and so unlike the curmudgeonly old man who has given us a headache with his almost complete inability to do his business outside rather than the living room carpet even though he gets to go outside and spend hours out there everyday now.
I'm a little worried about how he'll cope with the addition of another dog. Will it be enough to send him over the edge? Mr. Field Notes and I joke about how he's bound to try to throw himself into traffic, off a bridge or whatever other means to end his misery he musters up. For now, he's just practicing at pushing up daisies.