On our walk, the dogs found Something. A very, very, bad Something. It was worth barkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkBARK! I yelled. I whistled. barkbarkbarkbarkbarkcomeseewhatwehave! I was two fences and a creek crossing away, so I yelled. I whistled. Suddenly. Silence. I yelled. I whistled. In a flash Eden was on her way back, followed by Dally, both stopping…
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A Bad Bike Ride
I’d pulled the onions from the garden, fearing a hard freeze. It was 5 o’clock, just enough time for a quick bike ride before I had to cook supper. I left the onions laying out to dry in the last hour or so of sunshine and whistled for the dogs. Vernon had started cutting hay…