Memorial Day Weekend was spent at Beaver Lake. The night before we left to go down there, Deb and Grady said they were having difficulty getting all the trailers down so we volunteered to pull the dive trailer down for them. When we got to the lake, I had to giggle at the “big” truck pulling the little trailer. It’s a bathroom cleaner thing for campers but that sight just made me giggle so hard.
These 3 are back together again. Wow, did they make quite the team… they are the next round of shenanigan makers!
Dogs are about the most loyal companion you will find. Sadly, my Mother-in-law last her’s last night. So technically Santa brought Cowgirl to Tbug when she was 3 or 4 (Tbug was 3 or 4 not Cowgirl), but this dog was my MIL’s dog. She lived with my MIL. My MIL spoiled her rotten. And even though my MIL always claimed that was Tbug’s dog… we all secretly knew that that was Memaw’s dog.
Memaw was torn up. She told hubby that was her best friend. She couldn’t bury her so hubby and I went over to bury Cowgirl for her. Hubby nor Memaw could call and tell Tbug so I volunteered. Some days it is rough being the adult. I’m not really sure if it even affected Tbug. I couldn’t tell via the phone. I offered to come pick her up so she could help us, but her mom said that she had bball practice and couldn’t come.
Then the next task is explaining to a toddler what happened. Have I mentioned it’s rough being an adult, especially the parent. Dogs though, they’re the best and remember All Dogs Go To Heaven because they’re so great.
Well… Saturday didn’t go the way we planned…. Here’s the story….
My dad was sent out of town for work and wasn’t sure when he was going to come home. No big deal. Friday morning I woke and went to my Mother-in-Law’s to water cows, what I do most days. When I got there, a few of the cows were at the stock tank, the mosied off and the bull came over. We’ve had this bull now for about a year. He was supposed to be a show bull but they decided not to show him and we bought him instead so he’s not really afraid of anything. I just knew he was up to no good for some reason but I couldn’t place a finger on it.
Later that morning I got a text message from my MIL saying the bull was out. Not a big deal except I was 20 some miles away so I jumped in the truck and headed that direction as fast as I could get there. I got there, we got him in, and I went back to what I was doing.
Being as though it is winter, we can’t leave an automatic waterer hooked up to the stock tank. This is the first week that the cows have been at my MIL’s house. So far, so good. Every day we go over, check on cows, fill the water, and just make sure it’s all overall good.
Plans are a couple times per week to feed them range cubes and haul hay over just to make sure, but look at that grass. I swear it’s almost waist high on me and I’m 5’7″ with most of that in my legs. It’s lovely.
Yesterday however, we pulled into my MIL’s house and didn’t find the cows. Dad got a little worried, so he opened the gate and we drove off into the pasture. We found them all the way at the back of her land. No big deal. We had a bag of range cubes so we went ahead and fed them the bag.
Now here’s the funny part of the story… As I went to pull back out of the gate into my MIL’s yard I hit a huge pile of wet cow poop, spun out, and slung poop everywhere. I’m surprised my dad didn’t get in the truck covered because I covered the gate and he was standing there by the gate. Whoops. Otherwise, all good so far!!