Scout’s walk on the farm

Hello!  I’m Scout.  My owners keep calling me their dog, but I know better.  I’m the field inspector on a daily basis.  I walk Amy, the lady of the house, every day and while she’s getting her exercise and clearing her mind, I’m working.  I’m always working!

Today I first examined the field of potatoes.  They’re looking great!  The green leaves are bright and the weeds haven’t taken over.  Check that crop off my list.  Now where is that lady of mine?  Oh, she’s taking pictures and checking something she calls “Facebook” with her phone.  Ugh, this technology stuff has everyone looking down at tiny screens all of the time instead of just looking up-at the sky, at the fields, at me, at our family!  There’s so much going on in life.  Why would anyone want to look at a tiny screen all of the time?

Me, I just observe my surroundings and think a lot.  I’m a really good listener too, but I digress…back to work!

Oh!  I see the guys picking something.  I’m running, I’m running, I’m running.  My lady is calling to me.  Man!  Now I have to go to her. But then she stops.  Now she’s looking at her phone again.  She’s easily distracted and now I can run again!

Wow!  The guys are picking strawberries!  I thought it was too early for those!  Everything seems to be early this year, but no one is complaining.  It’s much better than the loads of rain we had last year at this time.   Boy I sure did love running in that rain and in that mud too.  My family didn’t think it was so great though.  They yelled a lot when I came in the house and shook all over everything.  I don’t know what gets into them sometimes.  I wish they could just see how much fun life is when you run in the mud!

I’m looking for my lady.  There she is.  Now she’s taking pictures of the strawberries; she looks happy.  I love to see her happy.

And we’re off again.  I’m running ahead and she’s smiling.  She’s heading for those white boxes where the buzzing things live.

We’re there.  She’s getting near to the boxes and now she’s taking pictures.  I’m telling you this from afar because I know that those buzzing things like to bite me sometimes.  I don’t need to be told twice to stay clear of them!  I hope my lady knows that too.

She’s okay and she’s moved away from the boxes.  I guess we need those things around here, but I sure wish they’d be a bit more friendly.  I would love to get some of that sweet stuff they store in there!

I’m running again.  I love living on a farm.  There’s so much room out here for me to run and so many new things to smell everyday!

Right now I’m smelling asparagus.  We’re in the middle of our largest patch and it is full!  The guys pick it every day but today they’re still picking strawberries.  I guess they’ll pick the asparagus next.  I love this stuff!  It’s one of my favorite treats.  I also love green beans but they won’t be in for a while yet my lady told me.

My lady picked two handfuls of asparagus for our dinner tonight.  She said she’s going to saute it with mushrooms and marinated turkey breast (fresh from that darn turkey that used to drive me crazy with his gobbling–no more of that–HA!) and then toss it in with some risotto tonight!  Sounds good.  I hope the kids leave me some leftovers 🙂

We’ve turned around to head home now.  I think I’ll stay by my lady.  She gave me a few spears of asparagus.  I’m not really hungry but I don’t want to make her think I don’t like it, because I really do.  I like walking beside her after I’ve had my share of running.  She smells funny though, kind of like she rolled in a patch of sweet smelling flowers.  I don’t know why she doesn’t roll in something more appealing like this patch of stuff that I’m about to roll in….

“SCOUT! NO!  Yuck, now I have to give you a bath!”  says my lady.

But even as she says it, she reaches down to give me a little pat.  I give her a lick.  We have a great relationship despite our differences.  I guess that’s what makes things interesting around here.

 

 

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