So we spent a few days up near Bear Lake for a family reunion. The lodge we stayed at looked out on to a huge grassy area that featured a playground and volleyball court. When we got there, I set her free on the grassy field, and our little outside bug went crazy. She ran and played, tripping every other step, but never caring. When she had to come in to eat or sleep or something so unnecessary like that, she'd kick and scream. And watching our bug out there made me realize that a back yard is not a preference for us, but a must.