Dog Treat

Another lazy Sunday at the Mansion. I have a date with The Devil's Playground in about 20 minutes. Upon my return, I plan to slap together a meat loaf. The Pony is still in his pajamas. HH puttered around his MiniMansion for a while, and is now in his BARn. I have no idea what he's up to. Yesterday, he fell off a ladder and skinned his knee.

Tonight, I plan to watch the first of three parts of Comanche Moon. It is the first installment of the Lonesome Dove saga, I believe. I will have to see if it is competing with The Amazing Race. I might have to bribe my son to record one for me.

This week holds some promise for snow around Thursday. IF you believe the weather man. At least it will bring seasonal temperatures. That's a good thing. Our dogs have discovered a new favorite toy: horse turd. In fact, they had a regular pile in the front yard the other day. I don't know how it got there. Surely there was not a loose horse roaming around. Our neighbors across the road where the LandStealer used to live have two horses, and the people next to them also have two horses, plus a pony. When we left for school Thursday, I sent the #1 son over to see what Grizzly was curled up next to. I thought he had a dead woodchuck or something. No. It was a pile of horse turds. Friday morning, I looked out the laundry room door to see a single turd near the dogs' unfreezable, plug-in water bowl. You can't tell me a horse has been up on the porch. Or even a pony. Those dastardly dogs are playing with horse turds. And then they want to lick me. Ain't gonna happen. I asked HH this morning if he kicked the horse turd off the porch. "Well no." I suppose that's another one of my jobs. You'd think he would have seen it when he filled the water bowl. And it's much better to kick it when it's frozen. Not that I am an experienced horse-turd-kicker. I'm a novice.

I must leave you with that pleasant image. I've got The Devil to pay.