...I notice the keyboard is free again--can't resist the temptation to put my thoughts down on the old blog. There's been an unusual amount of activity around here these past few days. I've tried to do my bit to help--not, mind you, that I don't enjoy the occasional treat that comes my way when my efforts are appreciated.
In addition to providing homestead security, I've taken on a second job--bringing in sticks from the yard. Sometimes the old dame seems pleased; she calls the stick "kindling" and puts it on the pile next to the fireplace. On such occasions I am generally rewarded with a biscuit. On other occasions she is displeased; she calls the stick "disgusting" and puts it in the bin in the kitchen. On these occasions no biscuit comes my way. Since I have yet to ascertain the difference between a "kindling" stick and a "disgusting" stick, I continue to bring them in, and I'd say I get lucky one time in three.
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