BO GETS A ROOM!
I kept finding bits of dead grass all over the house, especially in the spare room. I try to keep the door to that room shut, and the heating vent closed so as to not heat a room that isn't used.
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Now the bits of dead grass in the rest of the house can easily be explained by blaming Bo. He loves to go outside, roll in the dead grass and then come in covered with it. If I somehow let him in without brushing him at the door, he happily comes in and shakes himself all over the living room then leaves a trail where ever he decides to go. It is handy when I want to find him I just follow the trail of grass.
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That still doesn't explain the grass in the spare room. That is until this morning. I found the door to the room was slightly ajar. Thinking I had probably left it that way when I went in there the night before. I pulled the door shut and went on to the kitchen to put on the coffee.
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As the coffee started and I poured myself some juice and had the feeling that something was missing. What? Oh no dog underfoot. I hadn't tripped over him once all morning. Well, maybe he was still sleeping. I drank my juice, and went outside to get the morning paper.
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Funny, whenever I go out like that I am usually greeted at the door with a furry face and two pointed ears peeking out the front screen door. Hummm. ..where is the little dickens?
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Oh no! I vaguely remembered letting him outside late last night. He woke me up in the middle of the night, but I was almost sure I had let him back in. Maybe I'd better check. Oh dear I hope I haven't left him outside in the cold.
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I spent the next few minutes calling Bo's name and checking all the places in the backyard where he could be. I even checked his doghouse. He wasn't out there anywhere.
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So I came back inside calling his name. Maybe he was in the house somewhere. Around the second or third time I called him he appeared. Ohhh! Thank goodness!
"Where were you?" I asked him. Of course he didn't answer.
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Then I noticed he had quite a bit of dead grass all over him, I guess, from the last time I had let him out and back in again. I took him to the back door and brushed it all off. Then, of course he wanted to go outside. So, out he went, and back in again covered with grass. I brushed him off again. I guess eventually he will bring all of the grass inside and then it will start growing again.
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It was when I went back to the bedroom to make the bed that I noticed the door to the spare room was open again! Turning on the hall light I could see a trail of grass leading into the room. Inside the room there was a space right in front of the closet where I would bet someone had curled up and slept.
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Well, you guessed it. Bo now has his own room. At least until I get that door latch fixed.
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Thanks for reading! Should I just move his squeaky toys and bones back there and forget about the latch?
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There's grass on the living room floor. Where's all the grass coming from?