There is a distinct possibility that I might get my butt tossed today.
We're gonna be sorting calves off... keepers, and ones to sell. Since I'm here, and have the opportunity, and we have plenty of time, I'm gonna hop on Etta and see if I can get her started sorting.
She's quick, she's smart, and she really does seem to enjoy pushing the cattle around (unless they don't respect her authority and she has to reach out and bite one on the top of the tail because it won't move it's furry little butt...) so if she decides to "turn on"... she might go one way, and leave me hanging in mid air like Wile E Coyote.
And if that happens, I'm gonna be doing a happy dance before I ever hit the ground.....
Wish me luck!
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luck!
I dunno...strap pillows to your tush? ;)
Much luck! And may you "fly" with grace and poise.
It's been three days. Hopefully you're not sorting out crayons and fancying up your cast.
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