Perhaps it is the “natural” stone masonry, suggestive of a lair, or the improbable habitat within the iron bars of the fence, but this suburban plot in south-east Denver evokes the feel of a zoo. The two golden retrievers within, whom I call Lum-Lum and Babar, are released from the zookeeper's quarters (at back) each morning, and left to roam the vast pen through the daylight hours until, after dark, they are pulled from public viewing for meals and grooming. Given a dynamic world of low-lying border shrubs, Canturf and a basketball hoop to roam, the animals nevertheless tend to spend their days lying down, and I am disappointed by their inactivity - by their meek appearance as inanimate fur rugs on the lawn - as I would be a bored lion in any regular zoo. I do hope though, on one of these days riding to work, that I might witness the khaki-clad zookeepers releasing these mighty beasts into their vast territory, tossing live salmon out the door and urging them to “be wild! Be retrievers!”
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