This is Dixie.
This is Laddie. And my feet. Old running shoes + yard work = very dirty feet.
When Laddie was not inside, this is where he spent most of his time. There is a hole underneath there that he dug. The hole served two purposes. One, it revealed a bone that somehow migrated outside. Two, it allowed him to wallow in the cool dirt under the steps.
Dixie inspected the fallen flora and fauna.
Of which, there was a lot.
Great stick chewing opportunities abounded.
But, when it was finally all over and the sparse grass was mowed, there was not a dog in site.