It’s a rainy, gloomy, windy day on the farm.
I’m starting to get cabin fever….along with the dogs.
But not that pigster, D.O.G. He’s two feet away…nestled against the couch. He’s making petite grunts while he dreams. I think he is airborne now. His hooves are twitching as he goes higher and higher! He’s a flying pig!
This kinda day? If I drank Red Bull…I’d have two. But then I might be seeing double. …
So I think I’ll just take a nap.
(btw…these are Scottish Highland cows…No Bull. They’re really sweet gals.)