The boogies love the sunshine of Iowa, but they do not love the fact that they are not allowed outside here. We don’t have an enclosed area at this apartment, and when we tried to rig one up, the president of the condo association sternly advised us to rethink that idea.
But the boogies love fresh air, so every so often, when I get home from work and I walk in the house with my hands full, Mooster will make a break for it.
He loves to run outside to the edge of the driveway to eat grass and roll around on the concrete. I took these photos one afternoon when he ducked behind the air conditioner to chew on some especially tall and delicious grass.