Well. Duh. I’m a herding breed and easily bored. There are times that a ball or a race with a fellow dog just isn’t enough. How hard is that to understand? And, it’s spring. A time when the dirt is warming up and sending me vibes that say:
But, I think Mom was hoping that, now that I’m a bit over 3-years-old, I’d be over it.
Holy comoly. I’m just beginning!
I guess her first clue was my recent digs at the river.
I don’t do this lightly (most of the time) and spend a long time sniffing at one spot along the shoreline. At one point, Mom was beginning to wonder whether I was going to find something nefarious and she’d have to call 911, but I finally told her it was just some stinky fish that left it’s scent there.
I worked down the beach and found another hole some dog had started.
Mom re-seeded the back yard today.
Somehow, I have to refrain from destroying it….