Widget is the last to eat dinner, always dining alone in the living room. She likes it that way. While she's eating, we're finishing putting the rest of the dogs up for the night. Then, after she's done, Widget heads out into the front yard on these summer evenings, wanders a bit, and ends up camping out at the base of the spruce tree.
We call this her "taking of the night airs," because she loves to sit there, nose up, sniffing around to see what's in the air. Widget knows all the other dogs are inside and she has the yard to herself, which she prefers. If Alayne and I are in good shape on evening chores, we may sit on the front porch for a while, watching the Widge enjoying the fresh air. We imagine that for a blind dog like her, the air is an even more important source of "information" than it is for a sighted dog.
Left to her own devices, on many evenings she'll stay out there long after it gets dark. For Widget, who's been sleeping all the day, the night is still young and the scents so promising. For her personal attendants, who've been working all day, it's time for bed. So one of her attendants will have to get a flashlight to go look for her under the tree. With a "Sorry to interrupt, Widge," we scoop her up and bring her back to the house.
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