Don't go into the woods.

Battle fields, burried treasures, hangings, Native burial grounds, crimes, and murders, vodun rituals, Donner party descendents, things that go bump in the night. Endless possibilities. None good.

Or maybe your dog knows there's a stone cold bitch out there his fear of commitment has shaken him to the bone.

In any event, take no thought, Salt (did you move back East?) and mine the lawn.