This life of being a desert dog is extremely hard sometimes. I imagine dogs that live in places with lawns don’t know how good they have it … really! I wish I had some grass. You know, the kind that gets watered regularly and is soft and cool on the pads of my paws. Running on it would feel so good right now. My buddy, Daisy, would like it, too, because she’s a border collie (and some kind of spaniel???) who probably could learn how to catch that Frisbee if she didn’t have to do it on rocks.
I guess I’ll just lay here and look out the gate for now. Hmmm … no grass out there. The dog park doesn’t have anything even close to looking or feeling like real grass. It’s that Arizona rye grass – dry and hard and doesn’t feel very good either. Oh well, I guess it’s one of those days … maybe I’ll get up and go beg my humans for a treat. Yeah, that’s the ticket. See ‘ya later.
As my human Mom would say … namaste.