I'm not sure how the winter has affected the rest of our community, but I, for one, have not taken kindly to cold weather, and and ecstatic to find signs that it is soon to be all over! It was a beautful, early spring day that found Leroy and I lazing about the house, having both cancelled our days at the last minute. Skinner was not feeling well and lazing in the house, and Geraldine was happily asleep in the sun. However, being lazy wasn't to be in the cards for us...the youngest dogs were restless and not about to spend such a beautiful day stuck at the house. However, being currently tied up, Othello, the usual ring leader, could do nothing but plot. Lucky for him, his good friend Other Dog, (who belongs to the neighbors but seems to believe he lives with us) is ever an obliging accomplice, and set about to shake things up.
First, he tried begging Leroy, the outdoorsman, to play, but Leroy was busy fixing up his fly fishing rod he had just gotten for his birthday. So, he decided to bother me, Sabrina, who was busy innocently reading and enjoying some sun (The paleness is blinding, I know!)After several attempts to rouse us, I finally decided that the pups were right. What a beautiful day! Let's all go walking! So, while we get ready, the dogs do a celebratory race around the front yard, Other Dog and Geraldine chasing Othello (left) who has the ropie. We're set to go!
We set off behind our house, which opens up on a huge field, currently planted with sorgham. Here we are, almost to the lake. We're following the track made by the huge irrigation machine that waters the fields. I am ever in fear of large farmers with shotguns. Near the lake, Othello poses to watch a flock of birds pass by. After swimming, Othello feels the need to roll around on the grass by the lake. Here we are using a muddy road to cross the swamp, which is on our side of the larger lake. Can you tell we live in the middle of nowhere? *grin* After crossing the swamp, we find ourselves in another, very green field. If you cans ee, the dogs are way up and to the right, just about to reach the creek. Here, you can see they found the creek. Except, just as I'm about to take a picture of them playing, they take off, leaving only Other Dog and Othello's tail in my shot. Ingrates. Just as I'm wondering what they're up to, I hear terrified mooing and see a herd of frightened dairy cows making a run for the other border. I call the dogs back. Don't they just look repentant. Ingrates. So, before Farmer Joe Bob finds us in his fields and responsible for Bessie's heightened blood pressure, we head home. Here's the boys coming home.
