I really do not like, at all, mowing the lawn. Pacing back and forth with a dangerous, potentially hazardous toe cutter is not my idea of fun. But once I'm out there, I don't mind it too much. It's a good time to think and listen to music (if you remember to bring your iPod along) and it's also a good time to watch your dog bark insanely at the lawn mower.
Piper HATES the lawn mower. It's as if it's a vicious intruder. I suppose from his perspective, it may seem that way. He is fine and happy on the deck when I'm mowing the back portion of the yard. He may even let me stroll by once or twice on my way to the front yard, if I'm lucky. Once I get too close, too often he brings out his "I hate the lawn mower" attitude and tries to attack it. Seriously, he bites at the thing that the grass clippings come out of. I have to yell "HEY!" to get him to back off, only to watch him jump at the lawn mower after assessing the situation.
Bark, Bark, bite, growl, bark, growl, pounce.
Today, I turned off the lawn mower and let him bark at it for a bit without the loud noise. Didn't help. He only became more confident that he could take it down. I tried to pet him and let him know it was okay, but he could not be consoled. Finally, I blocked him onto the deck and told him it was better this way.
I was able to finish mowing the lawn without any doggie/mower incidents and was happy to be done so the dog would stop barking. Just another reason I'm looking forward to fall.
The end.
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Poor Piper! Poor Ash! And yes, you are right, it's almost over.
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