Then there was the YARD! I mean this is some yard. When I lived in the pen, I did my business anywhere in the pen…. sometimes in the teeny tiny play yard, but NOW!!!!
NOW! I have this hugeeeeeeee! Play yard—it’s full of grass; all nice and soft and green. I came to live with Mom in the summer}.
Of course, over-time I learned that the green grass will get covered with dried out leaves. After Mom goes out and works at removing the leaves the green grass is brown! What a concept.
Brown grass. I always thought grass was green. I guess I thought wrong.
Sometimes the grass is covered in cold, cold wet, white snow!
Now THAT is a trip trying to find a spot to do my ‘business’.
And the yard wasn’t the only thing HUGE! There was the F.A.R.M! Now THIS is big! So big I would hide myself in my little blue safety crate. It took me weeks to get to the point I could handle going ‘out on the farm.’ Mom had to leave me in the safety crate or I would try to run back to the farm YARD!
It was a trying time for Mom and for me. After a month of taking me out, putting me down and saying to me I could sniff the smells and walk with Mom—-Mom gave up and left me at home. {For some reason she never seemed to like me eating poop out there. I would always get yelled at if I rolled in it or tried to eat it. Hooman’s are strange animals. First, they want you out and about and second, they only want you to do the things they want. Only.}
Anyway—Summer was huge! Mighty HUGE! Learning curve, I can tell you that!
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Life on a Colorado Farm 