Sunday we went back to the field just before the rain hit. Dad said he was tired of me picking up ticks and eating the grass on the right side of the property and it was time to clean it up. Just because I like to gorge myself on grass every once in a while and then regurgitate it on the carpet later doesn't mean it isn't a worth while experience. Heres a before shot.
Here is the after shot. Dad cleaned up most of the loose wood and trimmed up the grass.
Later we Dad said we will have a bon fire. I don't know what that is but it sounds interesting.
After the rains subsided we came back in the evening. Dad let me run a bit and then he did a horrible horrible thing. He put me in the truck and he stayed in the field by himself. WHY! Something about dogs should never be in the same area as a chainsaw. He then went to work on my beautiful field and cut down a bunch of stumps. Those were my favorite pit stops. What is the man thinking.
So after he worked on decimating my field we went home and he had one last unthinkable task. He gave me another BATH. Now I smell like a freshly washed puppy. When will this craziness end!