We haven’t been doing much riding lately and our RoadDog doesn’t seem to be very happy about that.
First of all, there has been the weather. Call us fair-weather riders if you will, but Steve and I always say it’s one thing to get caught in the rain when you’re riding, but it’s quite another to actually pull out of the driveway when it’s raining. And, in case anyone hasn’t noticed, it has been raining a lot lately.
Hubby and I also came up with a plan this spring. We decided to try to get as much done around the house as we could in May and June with the theory that would then give us more time to ride in July and August when it should be really warm. I have to admit we have a lot to do around the house and yard this year because, well frankly, we neglected everything quite shamelessly last year. I was learning to ride and that seemed far more important and a lot more fun, so we kind of let things slide. That means we have twice as much to do this year.
That led us to replace our front steps with a small deck, which unfortunately isn’t entirely painted yet because of all the rain we’ve had. I also vowed to get and maintain control of my gardens this summer which led to a lot of weeding and transplanting and basically digging in the dirt. Jake likes that because he likes to “help” dig whenever I’m not looking. I get the feeling he somehow believes if I can dig holes so can he.
Jake has also been remarkably “helpful” with the other part of the landscaping that I’ve been doing. We had a dump truck load (yep, a full dump truck load) of bark dumped in our driveway for the gardens. I’ve gradually been moving it wheelbarrow by wheelbarrow load, but have spent a fair amount of time picking up the larger pieces from where they’ve mysteriously spread. The bark pile is very close to where Jake is tied out when we’re working in the yard and he’s been quite happy to help himself to whichever pieces he thinks should be his. He then lies around chewing on them looking happy and slightly smug. He’s actually been oddly enamoured of the bark pile since it first arrived and has climbed it many times. I’m not sure what the attraction is, but it’s definitely there.
Our RoadDog had seemed quite happy to be outside in the yard with us for a few days, but I noticed this weekend whenever a bike went by he looked at me as if to ask “soon?” I’m thinking he’s right. Soon, very soon.