When hubby gets home from work, we try to bring bubby in the backyard and let him play for a while. He loves it too. He runs around while I water the plants in the garden. He gets in the way sometimes though because he wants to help mama take care of the plants and knocks off some of the plants in the process. It frustrates me but I know he just wants to help. He does what I am doing and would want to switch shovels too all the time too. I guess he thinks that his wasn't doing what mine was. The problem with letting him get out is he seldom is ready to get inside. Except when he has had enough. Who am I to tell though? What I do is tell him it is Wheel of Fortune Time and sure enough he runs to the kitchen door as fast as he could. I guess I have Pat and Vana to thank for that, huh?