If crops are cotton, early snow. If sunflowers, yellow fire. Hawks sidle overhead, hoping for one hop, one hop of a rabbit. Lower, slower, another claims it all, forked tongue flicking mine, mine. Two lone people can't keep a dog indoors forever, even with a larder well-stocked for winter.
Trucks are always on the road, and strays bark often on the other side.
Fences alone won't keep a good grown pet at home.