My brother, Evan, came out and helped Mom and Dad get the planter ready for the pinto beans. Then we all headed out to the Middle Field and started planting the pinto beans.
Dad supervised…Mom was there to say: “Terry, just watch you can’t pick up more than 15 pounds”…you know…that kind of stuff.
Nope! Didn’t hurt one bit.
So we worked until dark!
Mom gave me a big hug and told me: “Dad is on the mend!”
I gave Mom a huge lick on the face and wagged my tail HARD!
We’ve turned the corner! The biggest worry is taken care of…now everything else will come with time.
Boomer Beaglie Brown