Baymule’s Farm

[Finnie]

Good boy, Buford. You keep at it. Layne is trainable!

 

[Marie2020]

I have to share a funny with y'all.

Yesterday evening I went in to take a shower to get ready for church. My son Layne was working on his 1989 truck, sheep were all fed and put up for the night. Layne heard Buford going BOOF BOOF BOOF. Not a loud bark, just boofing, that is what gave Buford his name. It morfed from Boofer to Buford. Layne said do it right and call him Buford T. Justice and that is his registered name.

Anyway, Layne would talk to Buford, then stick his head back under the hood. BOOF BOOF BOOF. Clearly Buford wanted Layne's attention, Layne talked to him some more, kept working on the truck, he was running a new wire, threading it through and putting it in the split loom with other wires. BOOF BOOF BOOF. This went back and forth several more times and finally Layne went through the gate and over the hog panel and petted Buford. He kept up a conversation with Buford, What do you want? What do you see? You got something to show me? Then he hit on it when he said Do you want to go to WORK? At those words, Buford exploded with excitement, running halfway to the gate to the night pen, back to Layne, halfway to the night pen, back to Layne. Layne went to the gate, opened it and Buford ran in to be with his sheep for the night.

Bless him . He's a good boy. Boof Boof Boof @Buford

 

[Marie2020]

Take your time and rest well @baymule

Wishing you a fast recovery

 

[baymule]

Had my appointment with the surgeon yesterday. Surgery is scheduled for March 18. He said I'll be down about a month.







I hurt myself February 2, two more weeks until surgery, then down another month. Worst of it, by the time I can get over all this and actually feel better, it is going to be hotter than 9 shades of HE// and all I'll want to do is hug my air conditioner.

Yesterday evening my son and I were inside taking a break, or rather he was, I just observe. Buford lit up, barking crazy, looking in the direction of the house. We went outside to see what had him so upset. I got there first, Carson was running around all excited and my first thought was Snake. I grabbed Carson and put him in the fenced front yard. I told my son to get the shovel, I thought it was a snake, and it was. A rat snake, but Buford only knew that it didn't belong and was sounding the alarm. It was in the night pen, under the feed trough. Buford ran away once we were in the pen, but kept running up to me with a big toothy grin, he was afraid. Layne killed the snake and tossed it over the fence to get it out of the pen. We assured Buford that it was gone but he remained suspicious. Later, he went all around the feed trough, sniffing where the snake had been.