We took a very quick trip to Craig, Colorado.
Years and years ago Terry was a plumber. Also, he knows how to do house wiring from all his years in the Electrical trade…therefore, when Kelly called and asked if Terry would come up and help with a small remodel he was doing for their house.
The answer was: “Sure, I’ll put the water in the pasture and we will head up”!
LUCKY LUCKY Terry and I!
Your friend,
Linda
Sometimes our Sister comes over with all her dog children and her boy friend’s dog, and our other sister’s dog! We have a great time when she does that.
Sometimes we go for a walk and sometimes a ride.
To be really honest with you I’m not real sure about this ride stuff…Boomer likes it,
Me…
Not so much!
(Can you see me…right by Hank Puff the big red dog? I’m the little dog begging Mom to get me out there…right next to Boomer who is having a great time!)
See what you think….Five giant dogs
Boomer
And then me!
WHEW!!!
I have to make sure I stake out my spot early, but…if they want it they can have it.
I always just move.
Of course once we are back…I lick Mom all over and tell her I had a ‘great time’! I’m not about to let Boomer go off without me!!!!
Fuzzy
We have been busy.
Nothing real exciting, but real busy.
We are still irrigating.
Sometimes the grandkids come over and help, and Mom-mom, and of course Hank Puff comes along.
Mom’s been cutting all the volunteer corn for Misty’s goats.
We cut the last corn last evening.
I’ve about decided that getting in out of ditches is getting too much for me.
This morning when we went out, and this afternoon, I just stayed on the back of the four-wheeler and waited while everyone moved the water from one spot to the next. That was enough work for this old dog.
I’ll just let Hank chase the water for now.
Of course Boomer still jumps off and runs around. Sometimes he gets left behind, but not as much as when we first started water this spring.
On the way back Mom scared up a doe…she was hiding in the biggest corn field. She jumped right out in front of us and lucky for Mom she had the camera out and in her hand.
In two weeks Dad will cut the hay for the third and last time this year. Sure seems early. Usually that happens about the second week of September, makes me wonder if he will get a fourth cutting? I guess we will just have to wait and see.
Fuzzy
Life on a Colorado Farm 