Fall K9 Day

~Max E. Pad pauses to make sure I'm following in the Max Mobile (10-10-14)

Well, in an effort to keep my word on keeping you posted on Max, he was back in old form yesterday. He actually jumped up into the back of the Tahoe without waiting for me to put the K9 ramp assist in position or making me pick him up and hand load him: which incidentally is probably where the now repaired hernia originated. At 105, that's a pretty big load of K9!

Max chased two squirrels on the way back to the compound, barked at the heard of long horn cattle who reside in the field that borders the north end of our cabin property, and warned of apparent impending danger while I had my head buried in barn work. He almost never barks at anything once we're "on site" and he's settled down for his usual day-nap (which now last most of the day). He must have seen or heard something around the barn perimeter that compelled him to make me aware of the situation. Maybe it was a bear? More than likely, it was a crow or low flying turkey buzzard. In any event, I praised him for fulfilling his K9 responsibilities of keeping me posted, but couldn't help throwing in "Oh really: all these years you wag your tail at everything except squirrels and now that you're 11, you decide all of a sudden you want to be a guard dog...seriously!" He appeared unaffected from the dubious compliment and went back to sleep.

Meanwhile the trees are in the beginning stages of their annual Fall color change. This is the time every year when folks start predicting whether or not it's going to be a colorful fall and debate the root factor that determines the depth of color e.g.: rainfall, temperature, angle of the moon or whether or not Marsha H. has been spending enough time playing golf and drinking Miller Light with all her Belle Vista Lady friends. I'm not an old farmer, but I'm going with the latter. I'll keep you posted....

~October 10, 2014

~The View (not the TV show starring Whoopy and the Gang) October 10, 2014