As soon as we arrived at the farm, I got the dogs situated, unpacked the car and began a walk around the barn to look at the nearly completed fence work. I began inside the barn where the contractor had cut a hole through the concrete floor through which to install the frost-proof hydrant on a line directly from my well:
The new fence and gates was looking mighty spiffy. This gate was for access on the far side of the barn (notice that the house is on the opposite side) where the ramshackle sheds had formerly stood (and believe me, I'm using the word "stood" loosely):
Then I let the younger dogs out to go with me as I walked around the rest of the new fence:
The dogs were excited and ran full speed toward the fence. The electricity had not been hooked up, so I knew they couldn't get shocked. When there's juice to the fence and cattle inside, I'll have to be much more cautious with the dogs:
We checked everything out around the barn:
The Skid-Steer bucket was filled with dirt, concrete and rocks removed from the hole in the barn. He would be dumping them in what used to be a small pond in the lawn but was in reality a mosquito breeder and potential place for the dogs to fall into (yes, it happened once already):
We walked a little farther but didn't go too far from the barn. The contractor would be there the next morning to walk me around the entire fence line. This was just a preliminary viewing:
And for the dogs it was a romp in the autumn fields:
Some of the dogs (especially Clover) ran in and out of the fence and, try as I might, I couldn't get them to stop. I feared that eventually a jolt of electricity is what it will take to stop them:
Madeline is the polite one, and she didn't go near the fence:
We returned to the house and barn:
And what did we bring home with us? Hmmm, Seamus?:
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