Anything to get a milk bone.

My back is sore from carrying a ladder the wrong way, my hands are sore from pruning apple trees, my stomach hurts from laughing all night (at a party at the Grange Hall), and my legs are meek because they have not been running (today. . . maybe today. . . ).

We cheered when the lamb meat arrived from the butcher and we cheered even louder when we saw eggs in the chicken coop! The timed heat lamp has inspired the ladies to come out of retirement (which is very very lucky for them. . . )

And the holy trinity of dogs from left: Franco ~ Butch ~ Lucy
(and of course this is posed.)