Taking Out the Dogs (Sundays In My City)

We have lived in our house (together) for almost two years.

The backyard is GORGEOUS. There is a big section of open land that runs up a hill behind us.

It makes for a nice mini-oasis in a big city.

The guy at the top of the hill owns it all and he won’t build on it.

The backyards on our block and the next over face this “meadow” and, like us, don’t have fences either (because it is too pretty to block). Unlike us, most of them don’t have dogs.

So morning, evening, and late evening you can find us taking the dogs out. Keeping track of them as they run pell mell here and there, sniffing out phantom squirrel trails, and hitting the potty (sometimes) OUTSIDE the lines of our yard. Oh no!

Or they might end up disappearing from view, going MIA, or “friending” all the neighbors sitting outside on their decks (who may not like ENORMOUS DOGS in their yard at night). All this causes much tromping, hollering, and venturing out at all hours, up the hill, through the meadow, and over to the next block (if necessary).

But it was worth it for the view. Riiiight?


Honestly? I couldn’t keep my eyes on all four dogs, much less leash them all, or give up an hour to take them out one-by-one – three to four times per day.

The entire ordeal (especially in the morning) became downright exhausting.

I say all this in hopes that when I tell you WE GOT A FENCE! It will truly reverberate into your brains how ECSTATIC we really are over such a simple thing.

We have an adorable gate on the side of the house (we will be getting back gate too).

It’s only about four feet in height.

We still have our view since it’s a shorter fence.

Anna is wondering…what the heck that is?

And why she can’t take off running?

Fred says…it’s a FENCE to keep me in. And mostly that is true. See Fred is not off-lead trained and he is the WORST at seeing you look away for a second and taking off. He found the front of the house, and crossed the busy street faster than I could BLINK. Holy Moly!

Salem doesn’t seem to mind it. But then again, she is ten years old. Snoozing is more her speed.

And Brownie barely moves from the back porch.

So now you are updated on our new editions (fence and dogs). And can you believe Brownie is two years old now?

I, also, updated the Furry kids tab if you want to take a look.

Hope your Sunday in the City is as awesome as ours….

Unknown Mami