This is often the sight that greets me when I step out my back door: two lazy dogs.
Some of you have asked, in my comment section, how Buddy's doing since a fire destroyed his family's home.
Often, Buddy goes to his family's temporary home for the night, or even a day or two. But he's here more than he's there. I told my neighbors there's always food here for him, so he's fine. He and Mandy were puppies together, and they're practically inseparable. I do wish he wouldn't insist on peeing on everything, but that's a male dog for you. Cliff often reminds me that we chose Mandy because she was female and wouldn't be forever marking her territory; then the neighbors acquired Buddy.
Oh, and about the earlier picture of Mandy on the big bale of hay: No, I didn't help her down. I had to clip the center out of a shot taken from quite a way off and enlarge it, because as I drew near, she jumped down and ran to greet me at a considerable distance.