Another Tes Day

[Tes is still highjacking....]

I slept in very late this morning. Being a country dog is very difficult.
You have to follow the Grannma around when she waters the big monster animals that she told me were 'mules'.

It can get very hot.

Then you have to follow the Grannma around when she picks beans in the garden and onions and stuff. I don't like the onions.
I got yelled at bad when I went under a white wire and into a sandy place where the big mules were at the top of the hill.

I don't get it, I was just sniffing around, but I came back and got petted on the head until I decided to walk through the tomato plants, and then I chased Morris and knocked him down a bunch of times...

I felt better.
He is fun to knock down and he squeaks when you bite him on the neck. I didn't do it hard ... really I didn't, and he liked it cuz he came back for more.

When the Grannma had to leave for a while, I got tied up in the yard so I could enjoy the country air. The Granpa man didn't want me wandering off with Morris while he drove around the yard on a machine that spits grass.

So now I've had my big meal and I am ready to go sleep on the couch. I've been dreaming of chasing squirrels.