This morning I asked Enzo if he could help me out in the yard. His beef bones need to be picked up and put in the trash so I can mow the lawn tonight and that seemed like an easy task for him. So far he is much too sleepy to help and I know that if I start shouting “Squirrel, Squirrel” to wake him up, he will just run around distracted for the next hour.
The Italian Greyhound
