I've moved Penna outside into one of our nice little pens that my Dad made.
I put her keenel and her towel out there for her; and me and Quinn tore up some hedge from the woods and placed them in her cage, then I got some hay and wove it into the branches to make her some shelter, and quail like that sort of stuff.
She has waster and feed, though she doesn't seem very interested in either of those things....
She's trying to get away, something that I will not allow.
That makes her mad.
I can tell.
Dolly is doing quite well; she's been playing with this beaver dog-toy we have a lot.
She's been laying outside quite a bit also: running around with Zelda, chasing Ghost, then running with great haste away from him as he spits and hisses at her.
The weather is being a pain -acting so warm one moment, then freezing you stiff the next -gah!
I can't wait for it to all warm up again! We can go swimming and running, and the grass, gosh, I'll be happy when it's green again. Even if that means I'll be mowing it.
Which I do.
