Happiness has descended on my village. Yup, I live in a small village.
Every spring, something bad happens. Golfers arrive and take over my park. From May to October, they hit some little ball into a hole. They don’t even chase the balls and bring it back. They just cheer if it goes into the hole. Kind of odd behaviour.
But every fall, they leave. I don’t know where they go, but now I’m free to roam and play,
Check out my terrain!
There are multiple places for me to dig in the sand.
There are tons of sticks in the forest for my to carry and chew.
You can’t see them, but there are also ponds for me to swim in.
And…And…there is no leash in sight.
So yes, happiness has descended on my village.
Woof Woof. Wag Wag.