One of those days, with some nice rain and a good wind to go along with it. And you just think: we're so comfortable inside, warm and dry. And so I took my tarp, my stove, some wood (I always keep a nice stash of dry wood ready, just in case I feel like heading out), and my handmade walking sticks (I prefer wood for walking sticks, personally)... packed everything... By that point, the dogs were already excited. They knew something was about to happen. And out we went. First

So you want to live outside... really? Let me share my experience...

I can summarize this entire article in the following line: Your dog will love you 100%. So before considering inviting a dog into your life, ask yourself this question: Am I available to love 100% in return? Of course, that's not how it starts. It starts with a cute face. Love at first sight. Your eyes see the dog, your heart feels at ease in its presence. Your entire soul screams: Be In My Life, Please! You fall in love. And you decide: Let's have a dog. This is how it start

And then the dog pooped. That was such a deep lesson...

Take a knife. You might need it (wink wink).

Put it up. Go inside. Be happy. It's super cool. We love it.

If have no water, can't replace by a screwdriver. Water is necessary. Always cook food if not cooked. When food is cooked, eat the food. Pet a dog, or two, or three. Sneeze if needed. Then, go home.

Is not tofu. Is steak. And steak is not tofu. And tofu is not steak. We ate steaks. Dogs wagged tails of them. Me said good dogs. Me ate a bit of steak too. Was OK. Now is all. Bye.

These potatoes were cooked. Cooked with fire. Fire is hot. Hot is good for potatoes cooking. We ate potatoes. Me. Dog1. Dog2. Dog3. Was OK. Then Dog1 peed. OK. Now bye.