Someday when I’m old and grey-er, I’d love to have the entire back yard setup of grill, frig, burners et al. Today we prefer city life.
There is no back yard. So, our nine year-old dog has made her own. It started as a small space behind the dining table, but now has migrated into our bedroom.
There are only two items; a large chew bone that belonged to her many years ago that she does not chew, only transports to hide from us in plain sight; and her “Precious,” my husband’s invention she’s had all her life but we took the squeakey out.
The only other thing we can let her have is solidly frozen extreme Kong’s with peanut butter, but that’s for when we leave the house. She’s a 35 lb. Aussie mix who eats frozen raw food (lamb with blueberries, squash et al) 2X per day.
She’ll eat not only the cover of a tennis ball in two minutes, but all the rubber inside. Stuffed animals, forget it. Even stuffed animals made for the toughest of chewers are scattered, part by part, in minutes. Especially the squeaker.
So we will continue to have Zoe’s “back yard” except when I’m vacuuming. It makes her happy, as does being back on the bed with my husband after I walked and fed her. It’s the weekend. I even put down the blinds for him and will make bacon and eggs when he awakens. Cheers! Dee
Cooking with Dee 