My friend Tracy gave me some leather chewie things for Mandy a long time ago; her dogs didn't like them, she said. Well, Mandy wasn't too interested either. I'd occasionally give one to Buddy, next door, and he'll take anything you put in his mouth.
I noticed Mandy was always chewing on sticks when we were at the cabin, and decided to take the rejected chewie-sticks back there for her. At the cabin, she enjoys them! Funny thing, she always takes them to that same spot at the back corner of the cabin to work them over. Do you suppose she likes that gnome? Anybody know which of the seven dwarfs that is?
Cliff spent most of Sunday plowing a 2 1/2 acre spot where we'll sow alfalfa this fall. He did it the hard way, just to appreciate how good he normally has it on the other tractor. He used the old Farmall M with no power steering, and a pull-type plow, which worked him pretty hard.
We have a cow problem around here: Because the twins nurse both cows, which doesn't leave any milk for the newest calf, we've been keeping the two moms seperated, which they both hate. It's also very inconvenient for Cliff, because when he drives through the nearest pen on a tractor, he has to open a gate, close the gate when he's through, open the next gate, close it behind him... you get the picture. Well, the cow with twins disappeared yesterday. We think she's in with some cows on an adjoining property to the east. I'm going to try and find who is renting that pasture, and see if we can leave her there until the weekend, because Cliff is working twelve-hour days this week. Cliff is getting fed up with these silly cows. We've had cattle most of our married lives, and never had these kinds of problems.
This is a shot from my cabin porch, taken a couple of days ago when the sun was setting. Peaceful, isn't it?