Made in Richmond

So, we have a new yard:

Gone are the holes created by our heroine, and here are lovely pieces of sod that will hopefully grow in soon - just in time for us to sell this joint.

You would think that a puppy would love this. Soft! Grass! Rolling around! Running! Not so much. Instead, Zapp spent about 20 minutes sniffing every square inch of the yard, either trying to figure out who had been there recently, or frantically searching for a spot she’d where she’d recently done her thing.

Eventually she found a comfortable spot and did her business. When I called her in, she did her normal flop into playing stance (you know the one - butt in the air, tail wagging, but dumb tongue hanging out her mouth), but was so taken aback by the change in texture of the ground underneath her, she scrambled up onto the porch and slunk inside.

But, I guess being afraid of the yard means she won’t dig it up. Because then I’d have to murder her, and who would you guys read about on Saturdays?