Boy is it ever hot in the house anymore!  Fuzzy and I used to love to be in the house, I would lie next to the fire and let it cook me and Fuzzy would lie next to Mom’s chair so she could pet on him randomly!

We try it now, but it gets way to miserable real fast.

Mom has us sleeping outside again, which suits Fuzzy and I real well.

The dog houses are warm, sometimes so warm Fuzzy stays outside of the dog house until the air cools down enough the dog houses feel good.  I stay out with him for some time also.  I do go into the dog houses much faster than Fuzz, but that is really so I can get the side I want to sleep in.

So anyway we love being back outside…there is so much to do, and to see who is walking through the place.  Wonderful!!!

So the last two or three nights we’ve had a ball.  We ran barking up to the hay stack area, then we ran barking over to the old bean field, then we had great fun barking at Freddy Fox.  Mom was rather upset with us, but she said “Well, there has to be a reason you are barking.  Let’s go see what is out here, that you have to warn away.”

Now this was cool.  We took off with Mom; she carried a flashlight and shone the light here there and everywhere.  We didn’t see anything, but that was okay.  It was fun just walking with Mom after mid-night.

Since this worked out so well we barked lots for the next two nights.  Mom would come out…look around, tell us to stop barking.

All this barking really does make us tired the next day.  But we sleep in.

Then last night Fuzzy and I decided it would be good to get Mom outside and go for another walk.  The time was, oh, maybe, hummmm, let’s see maybe 3:30 in the morning… when we heard the Dog Telephone Relay start.

Perfect!  Someone to talk to!

Bark, Bark, Bark!

Woof, Bark, Howl!

Sound carries really well in the night.

Bark, Bark, Bark!

Woof, Bark, Howl!

Bark, Bark, Bark!

Woof, Bark, Howl!

In about 10 minutes of this we had all our dog friends in the whole country mile barking and howling and baying.

We had a chorus going on.

Then the light for the outside snaps on!

Both Fuzzy and I start wagging our tails and getting ready for Mom to hit the sidewalk so we could walk out to the gated pipe.  (Mom is always on the lookout for coyotes.  One thing Mom does NOT like is the coyotes in the yard.)

There—

The back door is opening—

“Get ready to go, Fuzzy!  Here comes Mom!”

“YOU DOGS SHUT-UP RIGHT NOW!”  Dad belted out to us.

“AND I MEAN THIS INSTANT!”

Whew!

EEEK!  Dad was really mad!

Fuzzy and I rushed right back to the dog houses and stayed there the rest of the night.

(Sometimes Dad isn’t any fun.)

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