Go Dog, Go

Our friends had a puppy die of parvo today. Said puppy had visited us on Saturday. As soon as the incubation period is up, I need to take these ruffians in to get current on all their shots. Why did I procrastinate?

Katie and the Barbies

Looks like the Barbies are having a good time in their apartment. Katie's joining them for lunch.

Doggone It

This little girl is seething with rage at the dogs because she thinks they ate her "rider doll."
Scott wonders how anyone could accuse him of such a thing.
Turned out that the doll was safe and sound under the picnic table the whole time.
Do you like the dress shoes? I'm guessing not many pig farmers wear white patent leather to work in. But Katie does.

The Herd

Here's the rowdy eight.
Willoughby's the bull in the middle, looking at you with his horns sticking straight out. He may be sold tomorrow. I don't know if I'd rather have the money or the beef. Dexter tastes way better than other beef. I haven't tried a finished dairy steer, and I hear they taste good. But compared to an Angus, Dexter beef rocks!

Betty With Her Babies

This is a week ago when Betty still lived with her kids. But she's sent them away since. There are three hens and two roosters.
All of them need to be rounded up and incarcerated. Maybe tomorrow.

The Gunslinger

First, here's a view of the beautiful morning, with Katie and the animals out in the field.

Now, onto the rooster story...
I did it. I killed the two rogue roosters.
Fortunately, I didn't have a hysterical sister present when I took my shot.
I squeezed the trigger slowly, upon blog advice, and dropped them where they stood.
I still have two young roosters coming up, in case I regret no crowing at 3 a.m. But last night was wonderful, with the windows wide open and no crowing.

Life in the Country

Laura, Katie, and I are a little down since we don't have sister Becky or Big Dan around.
So we decided to live it up a little, and realized that we don't make use of the farm nearly as often as we should. So we're planning a campfire with hot dogs and marshmallows on sticks for tonight's dinner.
I'll have to go out on a limb and buy some bug repellent since we'll be near the creek, and I know what will happen if we stick to our organic ideology.

We're also shopping for a yellow miniature horse named Buttercup, so the little relatives can own it vicariously through us.