The beef in this part of the country is tastier than what we have in south Texas (unless they ship it in from the midwest)... but, that's not what this is about.
Rufus finally got some leash time this evening, and he is a happy boy. He likes to eat the grass; well, he kinda chews/slurps on it, but there isn't much actual eating. This is "good grass" - no sand burrs, no nettles, no pesticides... just good ol' grass. And, the furry boy is enjoying it...
A lovely evening to be sitting out. Earlier today, I got some time on the scoot; then before taking Rufus out, some bicycle and walking time. Joan has been outside reading. Is everybody glad to be here? Seems to be the case. :-)
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