Small Favors

The dogs have taken well
to the kennel that we erected
in the back yard. They pretty
much come to it when I call
to them from inside it.

Javi, the oldest dog, was
a bit slow in moving towards
it, this morning, but at
his age and with his demeanor,
Javi is a bit slow moving towards
just about everything.

The dogs are now lying down
inside the fence, instead of
sitting up, apprehensively, as
if they have been locked inside
a jail cell, and don't know
what the charges are.

Bundy barks a bit, after awhile,
but I am not going to reward his
bad behavior by running to him
and letting him out when he barks.

I brought Morisson's old cage,
home from Love's garage, for Bundy
to hang out in,and he took right to it.
Now, I don't have to worry, as much,
about Bundy climbing all over my furniture,
and William, my roomy, doesn't have to worry
about Bundy pissing in his bed.

Thank the Lord for such small favors,
indeed.