Faulkner
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I started early and spent the morning Saturday doing maintenance on various machinery in preparation for spring. Changed the fluids in my tractor, the Kubota zero turn and John Deere lawn tractor, as well as the the ATVs. Then I sharpened the blades on all the mowers, put an edge on the brush hog blades and checked the fluid, and then the task I just despise, I made sure both of the weed whackers had cord. Doesn't sound like much in writing, but it was a half a day event.
Daisy hung around the barn most of the morning watching and sniffing around, but at one point while I was on my back under the tracker installing a filter, I noticed she had come over and dropped a tennis ball on my chest.
"No Daisy, we're not playing right now!" I told her. She reluctantly picked up the ball and wondered off.
Later as I was sitting on a rolling work stool and draining the oil from one of the mowers I felt a soft whack hit me in the back. I turned to see Daisy with a large stick in her mouth and she had come up behind me obviously wanting me to throw it for her.
"Not now Daisy!"
Mrs. Faulkner, with camera in hand, was sitting on the porch swing on the deck up at the house and shouted, "she just wants to play." She thought it was funny to see Daisy whack me with the big stick and snapped a picture of her.
Finally, as it was approaching lunch time, I was wrapping things up, putting up all the tools, and cleaning up, Daisy showed up with one of her doggie frisbees and sat at my feet and looked up with expectant eyes. Mrs. Faulkner said she'd been walking around with it for about 30 minutes, patiently waiting for me to finish up so we could play.
Mrs. Faulkner, who still had her camera with her, walked out into the yard and said she'd been wanting to get some pictures of Daisy chasing the doggie frisbee. I grabbed her a camp seat to perch on while I threw the doggie frisbee so that Daisy would have to run by her while chasing down the disk. She got some pretty good action pictures so I'm sharing a few here.
Daisy hung around the barn most of the morning watching and sniffing around, but at one point while I was on my back under the tracker installing a filter, I noticed she had come over and dropped a tennis ball on my chest.
"No Daisy, we're not playing right now!" I told her. She reluctantly picked up the ball and wondered off.
Later as I was sitting on a rolling work stool and draining the oil from one of the mowers I felt a soft whack hit me in the back. I turned to see Daisy with a large stick in her mouth and she had come up behind me obviously wanting me to throw it for her.
"Not now Daisy!"
Mrs. Faulkner, with camera in hand, was sitting on the porch swing on the deck up at the house and shouted, "she just wants to play." She thought it was funny to see Daisy whack me with the big stick and snapped a picture of her.
Finally, as it was approaching lunch time, I was wrapping things up, putting up all the tools, and cleaning up, Daisy showed up with one of her doggie frisbees and sat at my feet and looked up with expectant eyes. Mrs. Faulkner said she'd been walking around with it for about 30 minutes, patiently waiting for me to finish up so we could play.
Mrs. Faulkner, who still had her camera with her, walked out into the yard and said she'd been wanting to get some pictures of Daisy chasing the doggie frisbee. I grabbed her a camp seat to perch on while I threw the doggie frisbee so that Daisy would have to run by her while chasing down the disk. She got some pretty good action pictures so I'm sharing a few here.
