Make No doubt about it. I am King of the Yard.
I lay nobly in the fresh cut green grass and gaze out over my little Kingdom, knowing each tree has been christened by me personally.
It is tough work.
I have to survey the Yard constantly and make sure that HE and SHE park their vehicles in the proper place.
I go on high alert if HE starts the skid steer because perhaps HE will offer me a ride, or leave it parked where I can climb up into it and sit.
All this work can become very tiring for a small dog like me.
...and sometimes I fall asleep...
...and dream about running around the meadow....
...and Life is Good for
the King of the Yard.
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