This is my Dad’s backyard in New Mexico. These are not his dogs. Now that my Dad is gone, I guess this is my backyard; and these are not my dogs. They live next door and sneak through the fence; OK they don’t really sneak, they kind-of stroll through–like they own the place.
They bark when I’m in the backyard (my backyard); and when I’m in the house, they come to the sliding glass door and bark when they see me. They bark when I’m not by the sliding glass door too. I think they just like to bark.
Although I’m an animal-lover, I’m not necessarily a chihuahua-lover; but I do worry about these little guys. They live outside, all the time, in the snow, in the cold, in the dark at night. I worry about them; although they’ve been living there (outside, in the snow, in the cold, in the dark at night) for years.
I’ll be back in New Mexico in a few weeks and am looking forward to seeing my neighbors (OK, not them so much as their dogs). Even though they’re chihuahuas, they are kinda cute. Don’t you think?