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.
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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.

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