Bringing Freckles to the Land

Deb:

I was curious to see what was in the box that my son carried into the house, but not as curious as Freckles who shot from the dining room to the living room and landed directly in front of him. He leaned the box against the chair, and with a big grin on his face, he held out his hand to rub Freckles’ nose. She shoved her face toward him and accepted the gesture.

I turned my attention to the box. It was large, square, and skinny. What could it hold? When the box was finally opened and the object inside was pulled out for my inspection, I laughed. It was a metal fence that connected its sides together to form a circle. The perfect safe pen for Freckles to play outside in.

We had mainly brought the outdoors in to Freckles in the form of dandelions and grass. What would she think of us bringing her to the outdoors where she could harvest her own treats?