The gang of three in my back yard are having a fine time - all of those limbs that were cut down on May 12 are still here - the tree guy seems to have vanished (the fellow who he has worked for for 20 years and recommended him came by to ask if I had heard from him - he's really worried.) Until someone comes to remove all of these limbs they provide a great play area for the dogs to run around and through. And after all of these months Zeke is getting the hang of the "alternating dog bark" that my two do at the back fence.

Cinnamon: BARK!
Poppy: bark!
Cinnamon: BARK!
Poppy: bark!
Cinnamon: BARK!
Poppy: bark!
Cinnamon: BARK!
Poppy: bark!

So this comes out BARK! bark! BARK! bark! BARK! bark! BARK! bark! BARK! bark! BARK! bark! BARK! bark! BARK! bark! BARK! bark!

Do you get the back and forth they do? Well, Zeke knows he needs to get a bark in there somewhere and he has been trying but is still kind of a fifth-wheel at this formal addressing of wildlife outside the yard.