Relative Something

While Cyndie was away yesterday, I was in charge of Asher and hoped he would linger nearby while I was puttering about with whatever activity grabbed my attention. I thought he was with me when I headed down to the barn to retrieve the feed buckets after the morning feeding. He often lies down just beyond the front of the barn when we are working inside.

I ended up back in the compost area and decided to dig into the currently active block to turn it over and break it apart to aerate and reshape it back inside the pallets again. That ended up taking enough time that I felt a need to check on Asher, since he never showed up where I was working.

Well, he was nowhere in sight. I walked toward the house and down the driveway again to the road, but he was nowhere to be found. Fearing he may have taken off down the road, I got in my car and cruised up and down to the neighboring properties. Still nothing.

However, as I drove back toward the garage, I found Asher trotting toward me from the direction of our woods, looking happy as could be and a little tired. I parked the car and convinced him to join me in the compost area, where he settled down to nap in the shade as I worked.

He surprised me after a while by moving out into the sun.

With his black coat, it looked pretty hot to me, but who am I to question his choices?

My impression was proven accurate just a few minutes later when he got up and walked into the weeds to lie down in the shade.

When I had finished moving the compost pile, Asher followed me up to the house, where he found another shady spot to lie and keep an eye on me while I mowed the front yard.

He must have gotten all that disappearing out of his system in the morning because he ended up staying close to where I was working for the rest of the day.

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