Every weekend, I move a week's supply of hay from the hay barn to the feed room. I lock the boys out of the area so they don't get in the way, unload the hay and call it done. It's no big deal...unless I forget to close a gate and the boys sneak in. Oh, the drama.
Alan: Is all that hay for me?
Hank: Dream on, Alan. It's all for me and I have no plans to share it.
Me: Hank, you're delusional. Now please go find something else to do and let me get my work done.
George: He's eating all our hay!
*burp*
8 comments:
Another day started with a smile and a giggle. Thanks Carson!
"HAY" Hank,,,say excuse me eh! ;p
Ditto Pat, how funny.....you've done it again Linda. The expression on George's face and then the empty Ranger ha ha ha Have a lovely day and hugs to all.
Oh your blog just brings smiles to my heart!
Ah yes, the mobile lunch wagon! May I have a coffee with that, please?
That is the most forlorn, pathetic look on George's face when he thinks his brother is eating all the hay. I want to just hug him and tell him not to worry - his mom will never let him go hungry. Just adorable!
You get me every time! Haha.
To adorable, love your animals!! Keep up the great work :-)
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