Yippee! The corn’s out of the field so we all walked back to the line fence this morning. We haven’t been back there since May so there were a lot of new places to investigate. No fog this morning either and the temperature is in the 50′s at eight a.m. Huck thinks he can get Momma Dog a wild turkey for Thanksgiving, but I’ve told him I’m not biting anything’s neck. Rounding them up might be fun though. After listening to Huck last night I’m not sure I’ve got the stamina for it. He was reading a new American Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals chart listing dog years followed by what our age is in human years. One year- 12 years; two years- 24 years; three years- 28 years; five years-36; seven years-44 years, etc. He was quick to point out larger dogs age faster than smaller ones too. That makes me about 30 now, no wonder I’m having a little trouble jumping up on the bed.
You’re having trouble jumping up on the bed because your fat stomach is in front of your back feet, Nemo!
Oh go bite something you little canine weasel!
Hang in there Nemo. Huck will soon appreciate your “more mature” body style this winter when he snuggles close to stay warm! LOL