
Madison decided to get a drink in the tank by the windmill while we were out. I kept telling her all week she was going to "heaven" this week, and it has been that for her. Too bad she returns to the cement pond and couches this afternoon. Maybe she'll dream of what being a real dog is all about.

The feed bag had the motto "A steak in the future" on it...pretty goofy, but I got it.

They picked up my brother-in-law, Rodney, along the way, but about 200 yrds from the barn, here's what they were doing...

They finally got it moving long enough to make it back to the barn, and that ended the ride. My Dad was born in 1929, and he's moving better than the antique car! One for humans. Zero for machines.
We're headed back to Plano today for the PSHS-Mesquite playoff game in the morning. We'll miss the farm, my family, and all that we do there. We are blessed to have such a place to go...