Mowing success. We moved the donkeys into the dog run outside my studio. Where the sheep failed, the donkeys succeeded. They ate down the grass and didn’t leave one pile of poop.
And where the donkey couldn’t go, Jon was there on Florence’s old mower.
It was so warm this afternoon I left my studio door open. For the first time, Red came into my studio. I think he was missing Jon. Lenore then Frieda followed him. The three dogs soon settled in while I finished up for the day.