It was early Sunday evening. Smooch and I didn't have much going on,
so we headed out to check fence and watch cows...
...and the occasional bull.
Smooch appointed herself cattle guard while I wandered off to take pictures.
Smooch: I'm perfectly capable of guarding the cattle myself and don't need any help from Lucy.
Smooch: Seriously? How can I do my job when she keeps blocking the view?
Alan: They'd better not hop the fence and eat our grass.
Smooch: George, you're not making this any easier.
Smooch: How am I supposed to do my job with all these distractions?
Smooch: I give up. Take me home.