Our Yard

[Who me?]

is not really our yard, just three large grass plots shared by the three condo buildings. But Emily thinks the one in front of our house belongs to her, so when she's not outside, she stands up in her comfy chair and barks at every dog and bird that dares run around in it.

She eats daisies.

Next up (if Mommy's lucky): H. discovers the meaning of Bichon Blitzes. That's what a quarter of a dog will do for you.