Friday, June 21, 2013
Then she follows me to the turkey pen. She whimpers as I take my bucket to the birds. Have you ever heard a cow whimper? It's like a moo crossed with a sigh. I tell her to pick her own.
She guards the garden gate while I work. I won't let her inside without being tied, and she keeps breaking things when she's tied. So she stands outside the gate and waits for me.
kymber nailed it. Good dog!
Little Maurine in her pretty new yellow halter. She hates it. The boys got new halters too, but they had halters before, just bigger ones now. Maurine was halter-less and thought she was special. She has no idea how special she really is.