Get out your violins…..
Poor, sad Coco. Confined to her duty in the goat yard, with only chickens to be her friends. She rests her head on the lower bar of the gate, only dreaming that she could have a life of her own, fun, time off work…..
Or, actually, only dreaming that special someone would slink back under the gate and play with her again!
Boomer to the rescue!
And after they are done playing, they stare off into the woods together. Boomer barks if Coco barks. He doesn’t know why they must stare into the woods. They simply must. If the Giant Puppy is happy, Boomer is happy.
And that’s all that matters.