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Woof, Woof, White Dog.

Posted on | August 28, 2012 | 8 Comments

Woof, woof, white dog, Have you any fur?

Yes, ma’am, yes, ma’am, three bags and more.

With one hand to pull clumps and one hand to brush,

Cleaning Bruno’s coat will only take until lunch.

Don’t bother waiting, girls, I don’t have time to brush you.

Stop changing the station, C.C. we’ll need music to get through.

Scoop up the fur (but leave behind the Silkie hen).

Use it to mulch the azaleas and roses so we don’t have to weed again.

Ugh, not enough so we’ll trade ducklings for skirtings from Avillion Farm.

We won’t even miss them because Cookie Dough just hatched some more in the barn.

Spread that out, too, but it’s still not enough.

Oh well, movin’ on.  Can’t get hung up on unfinished stuff.

Weed the daylilies lost in this mess on the hill.

Thanks for the help, Angel, that’s one weed less to pull.

It’s startin’ to look good but but I’ll only get half done today.

Because the barn needs to be cleaned out and the I’ve got to fix up the hay.

The brooder room gets mucked and a fresh coat of DE sprinkled in the pen.

Just in time for those new ducklings to make it dirty again.

The holes in the nest boxes that always let in the rain need to be stopped.

Saran Wrap and duct tape are just the right tools for the job.

I’m not working alone because Dad’s grading the pasture pen.

Plus he moved all the compost—Daddies are a farmer’s best friend.

Of course, working on a farm is rarely a lonely place.

‘Cause the bottle fed babies are always right in your face.

Ran to the Ol’ Mill to pick up some more feed.

Transplanted the cucumbers that I just grew from seed.

Hauled the trash bags to the dump and the recycling, too.

The fish in the aquarium on the deck needed worms so I grabbed him a few.

Filled up the birdfeeders for birds on the go.

Rushed back inside when I noticed the grass might need to be mowed.

Once in the house I decided to bleach the mudroom walls.

Made cookies for the new neighbors and managed not to eat them all.

Well, today’s work is finally done and two broken nails are the only harm.

Hands like these are why there’s a Miss USA and a Miss Universe but not a Miss Farm.

Woof, woof, white dog, what’s that you say?

Time to open some wine and relax for the day?

Good dog!


8 Responses to “Woof, Woof, White Dog.”

  1. Kim
    August 28th, 2012 @ 1:55 pm

    That is some hairy hound!

  2. Linda Kerlin
    August 29th, 2012 @ 3:21 am

    If you happen to be a spinner –you can spin dog hair!!!!

  3. Tanya
    August 29th, 2012 @ 4:48 am

    Too cute. Who knew that fur killed weeds?

  4. Lisa D
    August 29th, 2012 @ 5:41 am

    You make me tired!

  5. Andrew
    August 29th, 2012 @ 8:21 am

    With the new schedule, I’m surprised you have time for all this.

  6. Sue
    August 29th, 2012 @ 11:28 pm

    Busy girl indeed, I’m tired just reading this.

    Wow, what a lot of dog hair, I used to think we got a lot off our Border Collie (about 1 bag full) but you win the competition!!

  7. Lisa @ Two Bears Farm
    September 3rd, 2012 @ 5:16 am

    Ha ha! When we have to trim our border collie, it looks like a skunk exploded.

  8. Buttons
    September 3rd, 2012 @ 6:36 am

    “Daddies are a farms best friend” so true so true especially a girl farmer.
    That is certainly a lot of hair what a big job, creative ways to use it I like it.
    Another busy day for the typical farm woman keep up the good work:) B

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