Spring has officially arrived in Skirtsville when the parents move the patio furniture to the edge like that to keep the dog from doing his thing on that particular patch of grass. The dog is a lazy, old fart who is not interested in marking any territory that isn't currently beneath his legs, and it takes quite a bit of effort to get him to walk to the edge of the patio, beyond the first bit of lawn, and into the "it's okay to pee here" part of the yard. Life would be a lot easier if he would just choke on my panties and die, but he's apparently invincible.