Without the poor crazy mutt. He is bedevilled with puppy puberty, destroys everything within reach, barks his head off and has me teetering on the edge of insanity. When I lose all patience with his antics I take long solitary walks. The other day I made it all the way to the Red House end of my road. By the time I made it home I was limping from the blisters but I had achieved a whole hour and an half of peace and quiet! Ah, the luxury!
sounds fun!
ReplyDeleteMom said we can milk for you in May. You can call and set up a time for us to come over sometime before then, so we can get your milking routine down. =)
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