I’ve been wondering how it is that our dogs can be down by the dry creek in one second, and at the front gate terrorizing a delivery driver in the next.

I now have my answer. Turns out they’ve made their own secret path along the edge of the hill that cuts through the orange trees and the blue garden (so named because everything there flowers blue).

While I’m not really happy about the dogs blazing their own trails, this one is kind of neat.