Doggie day-care

I slipped Stella’s leash over a post so I could let the chickens out of their roost.

Stella would have me at her side constantly. I just wish I understood all her doggie-talk. Sometimes we don’t connect.

I think she wants food. She wants out. I think she wants out and she wants food. All the rest of the time she wants the house cats or these chickens.

When I am mistaken, I usually have a puddle to mop up.

Until next time, that’s all there is from Sunnybook Farm.

Susan Manzke