When dad weeded a couple of nights ago, Boscoe curled up in the ornamental grasses and just watched. When dad stopped weeding long enough to take the "after weeding" picture for the blog, Boscoe stood up and stretched. It is good to be a dog in the first warm weather of the spring. Especially when not having opposable thumbs keeps you from having to help. (He did pee on some of them, though.)
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