Getting Comfy In The Farm Apartment

The younger dogs had gone with me for a walk in the south hay field to check out the new fence (see yesterday's post). When we returned to the house, I had to let the oldsters, Wally and Winky, outside for a bit. The tenants' wild dogs were inside the fenced yard, so I just let my own dogs out the back door of my little apartment. Madeline danced on the steps, running up and down, just for the fun of it:

And then we began settling in for the night. Madeline, Wally and Daphne made themselves comfortable on my bed:

Clover took her favorite floor pillow just in front of the heater and Fergus curled up on the one next to her:

Big ol' Seamus simply curled up next to the bed:

Winky sat on the floor watching my every move:

The next morning, I caught the pooches as they hoped I'd drop a bit of breakfast on the floor. (I didn't):

Clover made herself a comfy spot in the crumpled bedclothes:

Later on the next morning, I put Fergus and Seamus out into the fenced yard but took the other dogs into the  side yard lawn for a romp. It was all a very strange situation for them, being separated, but they figured it out. The fence installer arrived just then to show me the work he'd done, but I'll post about that tomorrow:

Arriving At The Farm, Checking The Fence Work

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?: