...the critters will play. I went over to Saints this evening while Carol's at work. I know she has been home during the day, and obviously someone had been there scooping poop from the dog yards, but you'd think those critters hadn't seen a human all day long. Between the dogs yodelling and woodelling and baying, and the donkeys braying (that Jenny has one heck of a set of lungs on her!) and the sheep baaaaaing, and the roosters crowing.....next time I'm taking earplugs!
The barn animals were obviously indignent that it was 7:30 and they hadn't been fed and tucked in the barn for the night. I took my dog Charley and Saint Copper to the lower meadow (Copper wearing his new and improved daisy collar), and the moment we set foot in the pasture all the barnyard animals came rushing to greet me with tales of woe about their neglect, their starvation, their absolute pitiful situation....and when they saw I was going right PAST the barn door, those donkeys must have been heard all the way west to Vancouver and east to Hope.
I took a moment to say hi to Phil and to try to capture his sweet face on camera....he was more interested in checking out my poor Charley's hind quarters (and even her belly - don't know WHAT he thought he'd find down there!). I put Charley back in the car since she was none too thrilled with Phil but still couldn't get Phil to lift his face to me - the ground was apparently of greater interest even than cookies.
Eventually I got a couple of pictures of Phil and some great new ones of Copper....oh, Nicooollllle...... (waves frantically for help posting them.....)
Thanks Nicole.... so here's Phil:
And here's another:
And one of Copper in his modified daisy collar, happy and tired from a run in the meadow:
So write out the feed instructions for me, because my brain cells don't remember, and then I can put the barn animals to bed when you work that shift.
I thought about running the dogs, but I don't know if they would all come back for me like they do for you, and I had visions of chasing around the meadow with an armful of leashes trying to catch up to several happy, muddy dogs who run into the pond every time I get close. Of course, some of the old ones would get stuck in the mud and that would make them easier to catch, wouldn't it?