Petey the Tiller

This morning was nice and sunny though a little cold, 36. It didn't stop me from wearing my shorts though, and it was in the fifties by the time I left Leroy's house. The horses were fine, they ate, and then went to the front field without loitering much in the corral. The cats are always waiting eagerly for their food and don't run away anymore when they see me. They know the cat food can opening sound and it overcomes their fear. Petey is still taking some coaxing to eat. He is still more interested in eating Gypsy's food than his own. Feeding them at night is easier than the morning for both of them. They get the same amount each time and there is a longer wait for the morning meal, but they are hungrier at dinner time than for breakfast, strange. This morning Gypsy was sniffing the ground next to Sammy's pen which made Petey very interested. Petey started digging hard, spraying dirt all over Gypsy who soon walked away being distracted by something else. Petey spent a good ten minutes digging holes while simultaneously filling previously dug holes, and biting off and tearing roots out of the ground. He would bite it and then twist furiously till it was broken off then would spit it to the side and stick his nose in the hole, then a minute later he would start the same procedure about a foot from the last one. Petey is a very good tiller. All you need is a few moles and Petey will make a garden for you. Sadly I had to leave and seek donuts or I could have watched Petey for another hour. Petey always looks so sad when he knows I'm about to leave...he's a good dog.