Friday

Friday is a terror. I know she doesn't look like it, but she IS. See that toy under her? We have to hide it at night or else she runs all over the house with it, dragging it from one room to another, over and over and over. She thumps up and down the stairs … Continue reading Friday

Mud. I farm mud.

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.