My lovely dirty boy!
The paddock is a muddy disaster area. A perfect rolling ground. Every morning Obie goes out and rolls to his hearts content. And every evening I bring him in the barn and curry the mud and loose hair off. This process makes my heart sing. It says spring to me as much as the greening grass, chirping sparrows and budding trees.
P.S. Batten down your bonnets and your toupee's.....The inner 'tree freak' is starting to kick in. Lookout for wacky tractor posts and dirty big ball talk. What? Huh? Your blushin' already? Come on .... you know you couldn't wait for digging season to start!