I don't think I've ever blogged about this but Alan cut grass today and it reminded me. As some of ya'll know, we got our dog Wilma from our neighbor. They had her and a Malamute, Dakota. Dakota didn't like Wilma and they got into 2 huge fights after we moved out here and after the 2nd fight, the owners were going to get rid of Wilma. We had fallen in love with her(and Dakota) and couldn't bare to see her leave so we told them we would take her. From the day we moved in, every time we came home, Dakota and Wilma would run over here. And so the legend begins...
From the very beginning, anytime Alan cut the grass, Wilma would follow him.
It takes Alan about 4 hours to cut and trim our 3 acres and she stays right with him the whole way. She will wander off a bit and if she gets really thirsty will run back and get water but mostly stays right with Alan.
It wears her out for the rest of the day. But she loves spending those hours with her daddy!