Relative Something

For the record, I mowed the entire backyard yesterday and didn’t trip a single error code. Right now, I’m inclined to think that is because I have already placed an order for a replacement motor.

I wrote last Tuesday that we had lost the controller for Asher’s e-collar for a few days. He ended up spending some time back on leash and some time free to roam near the house while we were in the vicinity. Now that we have returned to his normal routine, he has been behaving exceptionally well.

When we’ve lost sight of him for a long enough time to seem concerning, we’ve been finding him parked outside a barn door or up in the front yard, calmly keeping watch over his kingdom.

Yesterday, he seemed particularly comfortable staying in the front yard, regardless of what I was doing. Choosing to leave him be, I snuck around behind the shop, planning to make my way to the end of the driveway to retrieve the empty trash bin.

When I got to the road and checked the mailbox, I spotted Asher at the top of the first rise near our rocking chairs on the lookout spot along the driveway. He was well aware of my movements and came up to a spot where he could keep an eye on me, without showing a need to come all the way to the road. I liked that.

Earlier in the afternoon, I had been using the string trimmer and stopped off to rest beside him when I was done. I hadn’t even noticed how much debris was sticking to my pants until I sat down with him. It didn’t seem to bother him one bit, as he decided to use my knee as a pillow as long as I was there.

These kinds of days are so much more pleasant than the ones where he decides to sprint off-property and get a mile up the road before I catch him.

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