When the snow melts off, it's just mud; mud everywhere. Ugh. Belle, Bessie, and Tilley just come in here for feed. They hate the mud, too. I think I speak for all of us here when I say that we cannot wait for spring to arrive! DG thoroughly agrees.
When the snow melts off, it's just mud; mud everywhere. Ugh. Belle, Bessie, and Tilley just come in here for feed. They hate the mud, too. I think I speak for all of us here when I say that we cannot wait for spring to arrive! DG thoroughly agrees.
