One day last year I get ready to go outside, look for my hat. I knew I left it around here somewhere. No luck finding it in the house, so I look outdoors, sure as heck, there's my Stetson Crusher laying out on the lawn:
That's a lawn?π
The ears of shame. π
Yep, a lawn, in SE Potlandia. During the summer. Basically part of a field I fenced in for the dogs when I was renting from a friend. Never planted, just regular old pasture/field grass that didn't get watered much in the summer and grew too much the rest of the year when it rained.
I'm not much of a lawn person, too much time, money, water, chemicals, effort goes into them in my opinion.
I have a great one where I live now, but then again, I'm living in the topsoil capitol of the world I think.
Geno
PS, I don't do shame well, nanner nanner nanner.
PPS cool dog, is it a lab mix or just a small lab?