Monsieur marmalade

He has grown up and become the great orange bird hunter and boss of the barn.

All sacked out.

Every time I go away and have to tie Ruger in the barn, he wears himself out. It has been good for him he has come to a greater respect for the cows, and has the freedom to bark his little heart out. When I come home he is elated to see me wagging his entire rear-end, making little half whines and begging for scratches under his chin. After the dreadful required bath and rub down he settles quietly in his kennel or at my feet and snoozes for the next couple days only rousing for food and bathroom breaks.

Sister time.

Enjoying every moment with my sister before she starts her fall college classes!

Fresh from the garden

Didn't get a picture of the kohlrabi or lettuce... nothing beats fresh food!