I'm always fascinated by our dog yard. Our dogs get plenty of free run time twice a day but it's what they do when they are tied up that entertains me. They are able to interact with the dog on the next barrel but I'm always curious as to what they do with their own space.
This year, we were going to plant trees for shade but with the drought, we figured that would be a loosing battle so we were back to our lean-to shaders.
In the heat, Gael uses hers as is,
but Sleat has added a basement.
Just as we were getting used to the heat, Southern Alberta changed and we are now experiencing a few days of cold (42F all day today) and rain. So I added some straw to the barrels. Not because it is cold enough to need it, but so the dogs can use it to dry out when they get wet.
Now that was endless entertainment for young Dave the Dog.
Dave is 6 months old and has only recently been assigned his own barrel.
I guess the addition of straw changes everything and it's serious business arranging it properly.
Periodically he would come up for air
and come out of his barrel just to go back in and start all over again.
Be grateful that I didn't attach a soundtrack to this chore - it would have gone something like this, "bark, bark, bark, bark, bark, bark..." and so on. He's easily amused. Of course, since I'm amused by the easily amused, what does that make me?
They were at a trial we are at right now. Apparently Bunny Agility is pretty cut-throat. You gotta stay on top of things if you want to be the best.
They told us about another club starting up. 
Hold on Hoover, I'm coming to join you!
He actually went shopping for it.
He didn't trust it.
Scott wore it to the last clinic he taught.
Don't worry Skid. 
Just as we were getting used to the heat, Southern Alberta changed and we are now experiencing a few days of cold (42F all day today) and rain. So I added some straw to the barrels. Not because it is cold enough to need it, but so the dogs can use it to dry out when they get wet. 
Dave is 6 months old and has only recently been assigned his own barrel.
I guess the addition of straw changes everything and it's serious business arranging it properly.
Periodically he would come up for air
and come out of his barrel just to go back in and start all over again.
Be grateful that I didn't attach a soundtrack to this chore - it would have gone something like this, "bark, bark, bark, bark, bark, bark..." and so on. He's easily amused. Of course, since I'm amused by the easily amused, what does that make me?
And this cat, who's name was Witch
Oh, and mostly this cat, who's name was Elvis.
Collectively, they were all known as Salem and we worked on a TV show called Sabrina The Teenage Witch. 
So, you ask, after all that fun I used to have, does my Salem know any tricks? 
