I just put both of my dogs in the kennel that Joan had built for her dog Pretti Penni in the back of this old brick house. Penni loves to hang out in the kennel, but my dogs don’t. They both pulled hard on their leash, to resist going in, as I opened the gate to put them in there with Penni, to get a couple of hours of sunshine.

Dylan, I had to leash to the fence, as he, somehow, knows how to get out of the kennel. He is sitting happily, now, seeming to be in good spirits about the whole thing. Wrong. Dylan, half Rottweiler, the bad half, has started barking at invisible chipmunks and squirrels in the woods back behind our the kennel. Dylan has, also, burrowed in the dirt, making himself a comfy bed. Morisson is standing by the exit gate, acting as if he expects me to come release him any minute, now.