So I woke up this morning at around six o'clock...
...an innocent enough beginning to the day. As I look out the windows, I see a deer nestled in the nursery barn awaiting breakfast; a weanling colt wedged between the '47 Chevy and the wall in the carport, dozing in the quiet beginning of the day; and a cow lying on my front landing, right between the doormat and the Great Pyrenees asleep underneath the bench.
Yep, definitely MY farm.
Seymour has settled back down in the nursery and is, for the most part, business as usual. That is, except when that...that....COW THING comes near the fence! Anabel, though loathed by the deer, has taken to her life in the yard with her brothers Rocky and Gus (a maxi and a mini Paint), Snowman and Gianni, and daddy Bandit (all Great Pyrs). Now that she's mastered the art of ascending and descending the steps to the front landing, Anabel is a nightly fixture on the front doormat. It's a quiet spot with a great view, and she never has to sleep alone. I guess if you're a little gal finding your way in the world, that's a pretty safe spot.
We'll roll with it for now. Can't imagine, though, the scene when she's 500 pounds...
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