Yesterday the landlord came by on his tractor to scrape the wild parts of the yard and the side yard/pasture to get rid of all the dry dead grass there (fire hazard – BTW – what makes me want to spell ‘hazard’ with two z’s? – Bo and Luke Duke would be so proud – *snort*). Anyway, our dogs were out there today and our black lab seems to be a little depressed at the barrenness of it all. She didn’t run around sniffing at all – hardly anything to sniff anymore but bare ground. Then she lay down looking sad. It IS weird – rather like when you remove all the furnishings from a room and stand in the emptiness – lots of room, but not much personality.