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My morning getting to Breakfast!
Sitting in my chair, drinking black coffee, I looked out the window.The ran poured down and I procrastinated my duties of going out and feeding the critters.
Seeing it wasn't going to slow up or stop, I pulled myself up and once out on the porch I slid on a pair of rubber boots.
Cash, a big headed pit bull mastiff i'm dog sitting for my son, came barreling out from his kennel. He was ready to go and didn't mind the rain at all. Tongue hanging, tail wagging, and excited eyes waited by the gate. Stepping out from under the protective edge of the porch, I adjusted my stetson and took the first step into my day.
First I fed the mini horses with what hay that was left inside their barn and then sloshing through the mud that was getting worse each day, I pulled a small wagon to the garage where I had unloaded hay a few days previous. Cash jumping around me and running through all the puddles and muck he could find reminded me of a child let loose on a day such as this. Loading a bail onto the wagon I made my way to the large barn where Jelly Bean waited. He heard me coming as each step I took made a splash and suction sound. A long loud neigh came from his stall. I spoke out at that moment opening a walk through gate.
"I'm coming, just hold on buddy."
Poor thing starving again or so one would think watching him go for the feed and hay.
Returning to the garage with Cash still on my heals, I opened the chicken feed bag and out to the coop I walked. It was up hill so less mud and more grass. The old hen pranced back and forth against the wire and as I opened the door she flew to meet me but turned immediately as I tossed her feed onto the ground. Now I had a quick minute to gather a single egg from her nest. Cash could care less what I was doing as he had nose pressed against the wire watching the hens every move. I don't believe it would take much for him to have a really nice meal. I retrieved the egg and now it was Cash's turn. The egg went into my shirt pocket and back to the garage we went.
Cash inhaled his food before I could latch the gate to his yard.
"No Cash, you stay, it's my turn to feed."
With that, I went up the steps and onto the porch. I kicked off the rubber boots, slapped my stetson against my leg , and hung my coat on it's peg just inside the door.
Breakfast, Egg and cheese omelet.
Sitting in my chair, drinking black coffee, I looked out the window.The ran poured down and I procrastinated my duties of going out and feeding the critters.
Seeing it wasn't going to slow up or stop, I pulled myself up and once out on the porch I slid on a pair of rubber boots.
Cash, a big headed pit bull mastiff i'm dog sitting for my son, came barreling out from his kennel. He was ready to go and didn't mind the rain at all. Tongue hanging, tail wagging, and excited eyes waited by the gate. Stepping out from under the protective edge of the porch, I adjusted my stetson and took the first step into my day.
First I fed the mini horses with what hay that was left inside their barn and then sloshing through the mud that was getting worse each day, I pulled a small wagon to the garage where I had unloaded hay a few days previous. Cash jumping around me and running through all the puddles and muck he could find reminded me of a child let loose on a day such as this. Loading a bail onto the wagon I made my way to the large barn where Jelly Bean waited. He heard me coming as each step I took made a splash and suction sound. A long loud neigh came from his stall. I spoke out at that moment opening a walk through gate.
"I'm coming, just hold on buddy."
Poor thing starving again or so one would think watching him go for the feed and hay.
Returning to the garage with Cash still on my heals, I opened the chicken feed bag and out to the coop I walked. It was up hill so less mud and more grass. The old hen pranced back and forth against the wire and as I opened the door she flew to meet me but turned immediately as I tossed her feed onto the ground. Now I had a quick minute to gather a single egg from her nest. Cash could care less what I was doing as he had nose pressed against the wire watching the hens every move. I don't believe it would take much for him to have a really nice meal. I retrieved the egg and now it was Cash's turn. The egg went into my shirt pocket and back to the garage we went.
Cash inhaled his food before I could latch the gate to his yard.
"No Cash, you stay, it's my turn to feed."
With that, I went up the steps and onto the porch. I kicked off the rubber boots, slapped my stetson against my leg , and hung my coat on it's peg just inside the door.
Breakfast, Egg and cheese omelet.
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