It is strange here. For 15 years we have had to keep doors closed and gates closed so the dogs wouldn't get out. Owen in particular was a runner whenever he got the chance. I thought I hated the damn gates. I don't know how many times I've had my hands full and cursed these damn gates because I had put everything down in order to open them. The possibility that the gates were open was always on our minds.
Now. It's so different. I thought it would feel great to be able to leave the gates open. I took a couple of them down this morning but now I think I'm going to put them back up. Vicki wants them back. Seeing the gates open brings on sadness. The holes in the fence feel like holes in our hearts. It is just too soon to start life without dogs.
