I spent most of yesterday mixing concrete to set posts, and a good portion of this morning digging more drainage trenches. I am beginning to understand why so many men my age quit this earth unexpectedly after shoveling snow out of a driveway. Anyway, I’ve hit a sort of wall. I’m going to have a long soak, some aspirin and a nap. Here’s a picture of decidedly smelly old George. He’s not only camera shy, he’s pissed that we haven’t purchased any shrink-wrapped pork knucklebones in ages. He so misses hoarding them from the other dogs. You can see the seething resentment.
I’m afraid at his age and general condition, pork of any kind is too much of a hazard. It’s veggie dogs for you, George.