The hardest part of conducting essential ranch chores is not biblical floods, ravenous poultry-snatching predators, or contractors who live in time warps (though all these exist), it is the mischievousness of the ranch non-humans. In the picture-is-worth-a-thousand-words category, here Melissa hitches her usual ride in the wheelbarrow when I try to cart her rich, dungy compost to the garden. A new study indicates that the Funky Butte Ranch economy loses 732 hours of productivity annually due to pain-in-the-ass goats alone. But then the same study indicates Netflix causes at least that much laxity.
When it comes to the wheelbarrow rides, in the end, Melissa simply likes to have fun. This is an admirable quality, is what I tell myself, when she snakes in through the pet door and leaps up on to my bed, all 70 pounds of her, sometimes while I’m losing productivity via Netflix.
Note the need for the Chaco sandal company to market a cowboy boot (or, as my friend Dee put it, at least a pointier toe) to suit Western lifestyles and protect against increasingly heavy goats.
Also note the need for Chaco-wearing cowboy to inflate wheelbarrow wheel. This happened, thanks to Melissa’s tire check, moments after this photo was taken.
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3 Responses:
September 11th, 2007 at 8:05 am
Like all healthy relationships, it’s a little of both. Even when they’re at their most mischievous, say, in my rose bushes (an entire post or ten coming on that temptation to make goat kabobs), if I give them a couple of energetic “Mbbbah”s, they’ll follow me back to the corral, or the hammock area, or anywhere on the 41 acres that’s not the dang rose bushes.
March 29th, 2008 at 7:17 pm
You don’t have to remove the valve stem to check the air inside the tire. Really, you don’t.. Hee hee