Guinness here. Sigh. Look at all this hay my human dad still has to pull off the field.
Where is he anyways? Maybe I can help. Can you see him?
AH Ha! there he is! OH BOY!
It is a hard job being a farmer. You can do all your chores but then there is ALWAYS more chores to do. A farmer is never really ever done his work.
But now winter is coming. And it is a "fashion faux pas" to have hay on your fields this time of year. My human Dad doesn't want the other farmers to see all the hay left on his fields. There he goes. Load after load after load!
...Until there is only one bale left!
Lots of work is right! Looks like you are doing a great job helping him!
ReplyDeleteWhat would Dad do without all your help, Guinness!!! You are looking quite stylish with your bright-colored coat.
ReplyDeleteWoos ~ Phantom, Thunder, and Ciara
What a wonderful supervisor you are. You are looking very "fall" in your vest!
ReplyDeleteNubbin wiggles,
Oskar
Lots of hard work going on there Guinness!
ReplyDeleteWe put up the photos of Oscar - the Irish wolfhound we met earlier this week on our blog today - if you get the chance, you can see how Murray and Sorcha nearly took him home with us!
take care
Clive
Sure he appreciates you are there to give him your moral support while is is working very hard!
ReplyDeleteKisses and hugs
Lorenza
That sure looks like a lot of work. I doubt it would have gotten done without your strict supervision.
ReplyDeleteSlobbers,
Mango
we thought the field had curlers in its hair
ReplyDeleteBenny & Lily
Gee Guiness that sure is a smart vest you're modeling for fall! Is it part of a wolfie collection ?
ReplyDeleteMy mom is jealous of all your green grass yet! We wont see the grass until next may!!
Hmmm... is it deer season there also? Hence the bright orange vest? I know what you mean about all the work that a farmer does... no end to it. We've moved hay out in the dead of winter-- Handyman got his semi-truck stuck in the snow several times cause his parents wouldn't get the hay out of the fields... grrrrr.
ReplyDelete