Clyde spends his days in the back yard. Sometimes he comes in by himself in the late afternoon. Yesterday evening, he did not want to come in. It was a perfect beautiful day. He kept running around the yard doing zoomies and clicking his hind legs like an Irishman in play. He runs at me as fast as he can and then runs under Hudson like a tunnel. This photo was taken right before he let me pick him up. It’s his last plead to being able to stay out longer. “Come on, mom. It’s so nice out. I’ll come in right after dark.” He has a big salad waiting for him inside so he was happy once he was in.