Not Much

Sunday mornings I like to get up and sit down to tell a story on my tablet about what I did or what was done to me the previous week. This Sunday was no exception, except I have nothing to talk about this week.

Before breakfast on two separate days, I’ve chased girl twin’s dog, Bratwurst through two neighbors pastures. The neighbor’s ———— (insert construction language) donkeys tried to stomp, kick and chase him out of their pasture. Gordon (Bback and white) accompanied Girl Twin’s dog (named Bratwurst) into donkey pasture. Gordon didn’t stick around to what chapter two was going to bring and jumped in the side-by-side with me. All of this before breakfast.

Bratwurst is not the kind of dog that one would imagine could jump our fence, much less teach Gordon to jump it with him. Bratwurst is a short-legged, stocky, (fat looking) pit bull mix, with no personality, that loves to jump over and onto things. I don’t think he made friends with the donkeys.

Elaine and I did take a day trip into the mountains. We saw a lot of fire damage caused by the wildfires of the last fifteen years. We drove up Poudre Canyon to Red Feather Lake’s to have lunch at the Pot Belly, (Elaine’s favorite restaurant). By the time we got to the Pot Belly, Elaine announced she wasn’t hungry and suggested we go home. (Just another day with nothing to do)

Chasing dogs and driving Until Elaine was not hungry was about all we accomplished this past week. There is always next week, so we will see what that brings. Maybe, I’ll drive to town to get my tablet repaired and then stop at the grocery store. Who says we aren’t living large?

God bless, Love ya, enjoy

Our cray lives!

Monner