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Dawn419
Almost Self-Reliant
Will definately let you know how we like it, Deb. I think it'd be perfect for your tack shed!
Today was nice...overcast all day long and in the 80's! It would have been perfect for laying down more cardboard and sawdust in the garden paths but I was out of sawdust. Got more stuff cut down in the path I'm working on and doc brought home several feed bags of sawdust this evening, so I'll get another path done tomorrow!
Went to get a pic of the chicks this evening and the camera battery was dead, of course! So I'll get pix of them tomorrow.
Now the mad puppy story:
Cheyenne hates the flea and tick spray we have for her but it has to be done so we sprayed her down last night before doc went to bed. She ran under the table and we hear this 'scratch, scratch, scratch' sound, look at each other funny and look under the table. No pup! Doc thinks she has managed to fit between the narrow gap between the front wall and one of our benches so she's under one of our seats. Yay! So I lift my seat up and no Cheyenne which means she has to be under his seat.
He starts pulling his small cigar humidors off of his big cabinet and here she comes...over the top of the cigar cabinet! There's just enough space for her to get up on the seat, between the wall and the cabinet and we couldn't see her back there.
The mad dash for freedom:
Mom is pickin' on me and I'm sure she doesn't love me anymore:
Today was nice...overcast all day long and in the 80's! It would have been perfect for laying down more cardboard and sawdust in the garden paths but I was out of sawdust. Got more stuff cut down in the path I'm working on and doc brought home several feed bags of sawdust this evening, so I'll get another path done tomorrow!
Went to get a pic of the chicks this evening and the camera battery was dead, of course! So I'll get pix of them tomorrow.
Now the mad puppy story:
Cheyenne hates the flea and tick spray we have for her but it has to be done so we sprayed her down last night before doc went to bed. She ran under the table and we hear this 'scratch, scratch, scratch' sound, look at each other funny and look under the table. No pup! Doc thinks she has managed to fit between the narrow gap between the front wall and one of our benches so she's under one of our seats. Yay! So I lift my seat up and no Cheyenne which means she has to be under his seat.
He starts pulling his small cigar humidors off of his big cabinet and here she comes...over the top of the cigar cabinet! There's just enough space for her to get up on the seat, between the wall and the cabinet and we couldn't see her back there.
The mad dash for freedom:
Mom is pickin' on me and I'm sure she doesn't love me anymore: