Cliff wanted me to send these pictures in e-mail to our son, but I decided to make an entry with them.
His brother brought this Ford 9-N tractor here from Kansas; it belongs to a neighbor of his. The plan was to get the job done over the weekend, but it rained on Saturday, and the sand-blaster doesn't work well in wet, humid weather. So Don have to make another trip to take it back home.
Buddy still spends most of his time here; his owners (the ones whose house next door burned) take him to town a couple days a week, but he is not a dog well-suited for town. He's still skinny, but that is due, I think, to all the running and hunting he does. It's purely amazing how fast and far he can go. He's an athlete. His owners plan to start rebuilding this week, I believe.
When buddy's here for our morning walk, he hangs around the back door until Cliff, Sadie and I come outside, knowing what's next. Once we're in the pasture, I turn Sadie loose and let the dogs run together, although it's hard for me to do, because they disappear for twenty minutes or more at a time, running hard... and I'm always scared I'll never see Sadie again. But Buddy's joy is restored now that he has a sidekick, even if it's only for a half-hour.
Sadie still doesn't listen very well when I call her, so I don't let her off the leash in the yard except to play Frisbee, which she absolutely loves.