SHE does not like me in the mule pasture when she is filling the stock tank. The mules like to hang out there and leave frozen goodies.
SHE has no idea how hard it is to pick out the perfect poopsicle.
You have to search around for just the right one.
Sniff at many at then viola, you have found just the right one.
In fact you know it is perfectly right when it makes HER cry out in disgust! Only SHE is on the other side of the electric fence and can't get at you.
So you just take your time.
SHE begins to get frantic and hollers bad things at me.
[I have edited the language because I know people who read this would not like to hear lots of human swearing words]
*Morris darn it! You drop that right now! Bad Dog! Bad Dog!*
I hear *Morris...blah blah blah blah...blah Dog...Dog...*
*Morris you stop that NOW drop it, or else!*
I hear her pretty loud and clear now, but I cannot give up the goods.
Well who is she kidding?
I've got the good stuff and just to prove it, I pick it up and lug it to another spot. Man that was a very heavy Poopsicle.
SHE picks up some snow at lobs it at me, as IF that is going to stop me!
So I turn my back on her just to prove a point and munch away happily. After all, isn't SHE the one that is always explaining that mule poop is mainly chewed up hay and pretty harmless?
Heck, I'm just getting my veggies then, right?