Good fences make good doggies?

Finally, we got our fence installed! We had to get approval from our Home Owner's Association. So, you know, we didn't put up a less-than yuppified fence. I wanted a white picket fence, since our house is gray with cute white trim. But, no, you can't have a painted fence. Or a wrought iron one. You can only have a wooden fence, and you can't paint it. Seriously. There is actually someone who had to look at the drawings and plans and say "Yes, that appears to be a wooden fence" and then approve it. Seriously.


But we have a fence now. And Dharma is so happy that she can run around in the backyard without a leash. We still go outside with her, to keep an eye on her. She might be carried off by one of the ominously circling turkey buzzards from the nearby quarry. She might eat too many crickets and barf them up (oh, gross!) Or, most likely, she might dig under the fence and escape.


I apologize for not posting recently. The Ivy Tech semester has begun. Here is a picture of me on the second day of classes. Derek wasn't around to take a picture on the first day, he left before I made it out of bed. Notice the small dog in the foreground. No, I didn't take the dog to work, this was taken in our living room.


And, in contrast, here is a picture of me belly dancing at the Fourth Street Festival of the Arts and Crafts. Derek took this picture, too. He is our unofficial troupe photographer and "roadie."


As you can see, we've been busy!