Yards

Yards are overrated. I came from a place in Colorado that was mostly farms. No fenced in yard. I just ran around everywhere. But I didn’t have a home then. When I was put into a shelter, they had a little fenced yard. Not bad, but I didn’t get to use it much. Then I got my home.

My house has no yard. It has a balcony that feels like sidewalk and has too much stuff on it. But we walk down the garbage ally to the park. That’s where I meet lots of dogs.

I can look over the fence at three dogs in the yard next door. They don’t go anywhere. I never see them on the street or at the park, but I hear them barking. In the alley, two dogs bark and growl and leap up to the top of the fence in their yard. I see their noses sometimes and I wish I could take them to the park. These are some neurotic dogs.

I have no yard. I walk around Denver meeting other dogs and looking for things to pee on and to eat. If I was stuck on my balcony, I’d be neurotic too.

My pal Pica has both. A great yard with bones and toys. I visit and we run around with no worries. And she gets lots of walks to find chicken bones and chase squirrels.

I guess if I had to chose, no yard is better than a jail yard. My owners have to take me for a walk. They’re kind of lazy so a yard might not be the best option for me.