Like Buddhist tattered prayer flags I have tattered rick-rack sending messages of fun and joy on the wind (and warning of a guy-wire supporting the puppy shelter).
The puppies move at amazing speed in 8 different directions.
Their curiosity is boundless.
There is so much to explore.
So much fun to be had.
"Puppy, Puppy" does not reliably bring them running any more. Tonight I had to wait until Dave came home from work to corral them. I am very concerned they will again slide down the bank into the pond and can carry only two at a time. I tried making halfway-to-the-house trips so I could supervise the pond edge as I moved puppies but, they ran back with me as soon as I put them down and headed out for two more. What a fun game I had come up with.
The exercise is good for me but I really do need a temporary fence to limit adventure travel.