Tony started feeding the dogs and our other critters while I dragged our push mower into Aggie's pen and started mowing down the tall, thick weeds and grass. Then I moved over one pen and mowed the grass in Louis Lane's pen, before Tony had even started cleaning the dog pens.
And before our friends had adios-ed us and driven off to another fun adventure, Zach arrived—ready to help us out with all of the rest of the mowing and weed-eating.
Around 12:30, after having push-mowed four addition pens and two large alleys—I called it quits, so I could come inside and take a shower and then cook us something to eat for lunch.
I decided to make us meatloaf, mashed potatoes and spinach and after shoving the meatloaf, into the hot oven and with the potatoes boiling in chicken broth, on the stovetop—I looked up and saw Henry Standing Bear staring at me, underneath our cedar coffee table, that Tony made for us over nineteen years ago.
The exact same coffee table that Belle had put her teeth marks in and chewed on when she was a teething puppy, over five or six years ago. That I later had to remove by sanding off her toothy graffiti, using my little, yellow Dewalt, electric sander.
Because Henry has never been under the coffee table before I grabbed my camera and started taking pictures while I finished cooking our lunch.