It's a beautiful day so against the advice I always give adopters of new puppies I left the back door open and was letting the dogs go in and out as they pleased. Fern, who likes to stay close to her people at all times kept checking in but after awhile I realized that Quinault hadn't been up on the deck for awhile. He was up by the fir tree which is prime hole digging territory for dogs who seem to enjoy that activity.
As I came up the path he lifted his head with the cutest little gray muddy nose I ever saw and it was impossible to be irritated at the tiny little hole he had so proudly dug. It was my fault anyhow since I know better than to let a little one have unsupervised playtime - even if it was just for 5 minutes.
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