Saturday, April 11, 2009


Don't read the title metaphorically; I spent time today fixing the fence on the back 40. Those darn holes near the bottom were just enough that the 6-pound Rip-Skippy was getting through and I cannot have that.

So I took some chicken wire and mended the fence on the north and east side of the farm. Oh, he can still run all he wants – and poop and chase birds and squirrels, rabbits and whatnot – but he cannot escape. At least he better not. A dog ain't meant to be cooped up indoors all day, even the little ones.

It's a good thing that dog is as cute as he is. He gets away with way too much because of those good looks and personality.

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