Clark and Sarah spent about five weeks in survival training the first time I went to Utah. They're troopers. Randi and Earl barely passed the pre-survival test in November when they had two nights alone, when I went to the Grand Canyon. They failed miserably when I went to North Carolina and tried to kill each other by getting tangled up in leashes. Last week, due in part to the electrified fence they scathed by. Day One of the Utah trip, I imagine they were mostly confused about why I wasn't home. Day Two, while I was enjoying Bryce Canyon they probably chased each other around until they fell over tired or they annoyed Sarah until she bit them both and took out patches of hair. But I think it was probably Day Three, as I was hiking Peekaboo Canyon, that they began to think about rearranging the landscaping in the backyard. I'm sure that they were thinking that I would be impressed. Maybe they were even thinking that I would reward them with chicken. I really couldn't have understood the scope of their imagination, since I really only have a dirt and dead tree garden. Really, what could they do? But I think that it was probably on Day Four, as I was driving to Capitol Reef that they began to implement their relandscaping project. I can't imagine how long it would have taken the two of them to rip out a branch of the tree and its root, but they did.
Upon my return on Day Six, I was initially very happy to see all four dogs alive and in the backyard (following a phone call from the neighbors in which they expressed their concern for Sarah, not to mention the fact that the dogs were barking a lot at night. Needless to say, I expected the worst.) However, I was impressed that during my absence Randi and Earl had completed a landscaping project, by removing branches and roots.
These talents don't compare to the two of them helping me discover that in fact there is some kind of dead something underneath my house. Life. It doesn't get better than this.
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