yesterday….the cows ate, and ate, and ate
and then went and hunkered down for the night.
Fuzzy and I were outside about mid-night last night and it was just starting to snow. (We had to check out things before we hit the bed…pee, see who else had left a mark…you know…dog stuff).
Mom was a little mad at me, because I took off around that time….Freddy Fox pranced through the yard and then headed into the corn field and well….
Well, I just wanted to go play with him.
I came back…I was always planning on coming back.
And YES I heard Mom calling, but I, well, just wasn’t ready.
Fuzzy went back. He told me he hung with Mom while Mom walked around the farm calling for me. Then they went back into the house and Fuzzy said he went to bed.
He scratched up his blankets and just settled right in for a long winter’s nap.
Mom came out again around mid-night thirty and called once more — she didn’t have too I was waiting right there by the grill. WITH A HUGE SMILE ON MY FACE!
It didn’t work.
She was very mad at me! Boy, did I get the lecture: “There are coyotes out there, when I call you, you had better come, blah, blah, blah….” I sort of stopped listening as I ran into the house and flopped down on my bed. I was ready for bed.
Then Mom picked up my blanket and flapped it over me. I don’t think I heard another word, although I knew Mom was still upset, I also knew she was delighted I was home.
When we woke-up this morning the storm was still here, I think the worst is the wind.
Fuzzy and I both agree,
WE ARE READY FOR SPRING!