Here, it is the last tiny bit of May.
TLC, Hobbs, and I, Boo Berry, are getting a tad tired of the bad wind we keep having. We all still go outside, and we hang out for long periods of time, but the WIND!!!
It’s a rushing roaring bit of, well, wind, and dirt, and sticks, and tiny little gravel, and WEEDS!
Mom says she can handle the wind; it’s all the trash that comes with it. Makes a mess in the irrigation water. That’s when Mom and Dad and I (and sometimes the cats if we are changing water close to home) all go out and clean out the trash.
The rest of the time, all the work around this place is up to Dad and Mom. We Furkids don’t do human work. But we DO do furkid work!
So, since it has been a long time since you heard a good story from one of us, I decided it was time to tell you one!
Are you ready—?
Okay.
Keep read’n, and I will tell you a story. A story about a pack of wild dogs that have slipped onto our farm.
Life on a Colorado Farm 
Charlee: “Everybody’s got a job to do! My job is to sit in Dada’s lap and make muffins.”Chaplin: “My job is to sit in Mama’s lap and make muffins.”Oona: “OONA’S JOB IS TO BE A NINJA!!!”Java Bean: “Ayyy, none of that sounds like a real job to me.”Chaplin: “Work is work.”Lulu: “A pack of wild dogs?! Sounds like something that needs to be barked at!”
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I agree with You, Lulu! Let’s go running fast out to the field and bark at ’em. Boo Berry
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