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Baymule
Herd Master
It’s raining, miserable, muddy, poop soup, icky, yukky day. Not a dry spot on the farm. When I build a barn, I’ll have to haul in dirt and rock to build it up or I’ll be where I am now, water running through my pitiful attempts to provide shelter. Dogs would rather be out on the field, sheep are huddled in their shelters, ankle deep in mud. I’ve opened the gate for dogs to go out and they did. Another night and day of this.
Buford climbed over the hog panel from the small pen into the bigger ewe pen. Naturally this morning he was “herding” the ewes at a trot around the pen. I’m getting fed up with him. I raised the hog panel with another hog panel. Put Buford and Sheba in the small pen. It’s so wet and awful that even Sheba was looking for a way out. Before they found it, I let them out. There is a concrete floored dog kennel here. Guess where Buford is going tonight? Chase some sheep in that you a$$hat!
Buford climbed over the hog panel from the small pen into the bigger ewe pen. Naturally this morning he was “herding” the ewes at a trot around the pen. I’m getting fed up with him. I raised the hog panel with another hog panel. Put Buford and Sheba in the small pen. It’s so wet and awful that even Sheba was looking for a way out. Before they found it, I let them out. There is a concrete floored dog kennel here. Guess where Buford is going tonight? Chase some sheep in that you a$$hat!
