Belly-Ticklers

Barley, a dog, trots through grass just tall enough to brush along her undercarriage.

I’m grateful to live in a part of the country that has a minimal risk of ticks, and further grateful that Barley’s fur is so short that any such troublemaker would be immediately evident. This sort of tall grass is pretty much the Barley’s ideal, because it’s tall enough to hide goodies and short enough to be easily traversed. So long as I’m vigilant about anything she might find in there (which isn’t too hard because, with my taller perspective, I can generally spot anything really troublesome before she can), I’m happy to give her the chance to explore.