D.O.P.-T.

I picked another few hundred new-fallen leaves off the grass in the front yard, which seems to be the key to having it grow back in the area overhung by the privet trees. Heading back to the greenwaste bin with my full plastic grocery bag, I spotted Monty sleeping in the dappled shade of the thicket beside the driveway, his tummy turned slightly towards me, paws extended. As I looked from a distance, he languidly opened his eyes.

( Another yard ornament. )