New patio, fire pit, and finger

It is a tradition here at Lester's Flat that dogs steal lunches from contractors. I was worried about keeping the dogs inside all day while the Rifanburg's guys were out back putting in a new paver patio and fire pit surround.

The fence is partially taken down, so I can't let Cyrus the Chicken Killer out there, but Woody was begging/barking to lay on the porch like he always does, so the guys said to let him out.

He behaved himself for at least 5 minutes. Then he took a wander over by the chickens enclosed in the new little coop and fence. Then when he was out of my sight, he snuck behind the truck and stole a sandwich or 2 out of the guy's backpack.

Guess you're stuck inside for sure now, Mister Woody.

We are doing a 15' x 17' paver patio at the bottom of the steps, and a 6' gravel ring around my oh so rustic hand-built stone fire pit.

And, speaking of hands, while doing something not at all difficult, picking up a fan, I ruptured 2 tendons in my middle finger. Our good friend Dr. Tom is also a good surgeon and put me back together last week. I'll spare you the picture of my FrankenFinger, but suffice it to say that once the stitches and the pin come out it will be good as new.