Monday, April 04, 2011
A few weeks ago I mentioned the tremendous need to get the lawn mowed. When we start losing greyhounds because the grass is too tall, it's time.
This week-end we finally dried up enough to mow (and for those more curious minds, we mow the acre with a John Deere riding mower. The little rotary push is all show and inspiration for exercise).
The greyhounds love freshly mowed grass. Joey was almost giddy as he walked around sniffing.
He's inhaled enough of the scent that it is taking him down, notice the tilt.
This is a common sight on mowing days. It's a good thing he's a black dog, the grass stains aren't as unsightly.
Joey, you are such a goof ball.