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Thank God I'm a Country Boy

This earworm courtesy John Denver.

"Well, life on the farm is kinda laid back..."

So, I'm leaving the house, headed for the truck to go to work.

Gunner runs up for some attention. And he wants in. Kiki lumbers up and wants in too. I trudge back to the house and open the doors to let them in, all while fighting off the chickens trying to nip into the garage and the feed bins.

I head back to the truck.

"Ain't much that a country boy like me can't hack."

Molly lumbers up and wants to exchange physical greetings. And she wants in, too. I trudge back to the house and open the doors to let her in, all while fighting off the chickens trying to nip into the garage and the feed bins.

"Well a simple kinda life never did me no harm..."

While I'm doing that, Buffy comes up, and wants to exchange greetings. And to be let in. I trudge back to the house and open the doors to let her in, all while fighting off the chickens trying to nip into the garage and the feed bins. She backs away.

"My days are all filled with an easy country charm..."

I trudge to the truck... and Buffy wants me to let her in. I trudge back to the house and open the doors to let her in, all while fighting off the chickens trying to nip into the garage and the feed bins. Buffy backs away, and slinks towards the front yard.

I trudge back to the truck. Buffy watches me.

"Life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle..."

And then sits on the porch and looks expectantly at the front door. I trudge over to the house and open the door to let her in. at least this time the chickens were all fooled and I don't have to spend time fighting off the chickens trying to nip into the garage and the feed bins.

"Well I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds or jewels..."

I trudge back to the truck. DC is sitting by the side door, looking hopeful. I trudge back to the house and open the door to let him in, all while fighting off the chickens trying to nip into the garage and the feed bins.

"My daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle..."

I trudge back to the truck. Sven is sitting by the truck. With his "You will now open the door for me, peasant" look. I trudge back to the house and open the doors to let himm in, all while fighting off the chickens trying to nip into the garage and the feed bins.

I trudge back to the truck.

The Four Ducks of the Apocalypse are waddling as fast as they can towards me.

"Taught me how to love and how to give just a little..."

Ohellno. I get in the truck and drive away. Thank heaven's the goats were still in the barn.

"Thank God I'm a country boy."

Mostly.

5 Comments

Not to mention those deliverables want attention and feeding as well.
 
I keep the client happy.
 
Good to know you have your dogs well trained, John.  And that you don't coddle them.

Nope, nope.
 
 John, it almost sounds like you would be happier with those animals, than most people. I have a group of friends and they all have big dogs. The smallest one is over 150 pounds.
 
 Keeping the client happy is important if you wish to keep you and Beth flush with toys. The outer guard appreciates it to.

They do have you well trained.