Take one solid, not to be seen through unless you have x-ray vision, milk house door.
Add milk filters, long (wet) snaky tubes of fiber used to strain impurities out of the milk.
Add one man who is always in a hurry and who tosses them in the stable cleaner (which is just outside that same door) when he tears the machine down.
What you get is disgruntled family members, who, as they turn out cows and carry milking machines to the milkhouse, have been hit many.....many, many, many....times with wet soggy filters.
In the face.
Around the neck.
Or if you are lucky, just in the knees. You simply cannot duck fast enough when that door opens to get out of the way of that missile of doom.
Enter one mischievous teen aged boy and assorted sneaky and conspiring other family members.
Ha! Gotcha! ....and we did last night, when we were tearing down the milker and he was coming in from breeding a cow. He was a good sport about it. ...as he wiped half a river of milk off his face and neck.
I am sure this is not over but.....
Then take a naughty border collie who just has to go after the cat. Add a cat in a metal dog crate who knows the dog can't get him and reacts accordingly. We were sitting in the living room eating supper last night when there was a tremendous bang in the kitchen and Nick came hurtling into the dining room with his tail tucked between his legs. He leaped into his crate and huddled there trembling hard enough to make the whole thing rattle like a freight train. We figured he had banged into the kitchen crate trying to get the cat and scared himself. Alan shut him in his crate for the night and we forgot about it until this morning.
Enter crime and punishment. As I was getting milk for my morning coffee out of the fridge, I found a large, soggy, half-ripe tomato lying split wide open on the floor right next to the cat crate. I had set a bunch of them on there the other day because I am simply running out of room for tomatoes.
Update the scenario. Dog bangs crate in frustration over smug (safe, and he knows it) cat.
Add gravity and set an object in motion. Objects in motion tend to remain in motion and to hit whatever happens to be in their way...such as mid-sized black and white dogs. Splat! Take that you brat!
Who ever imagined that poetic justice would involve vegetables and cleaning devices? I'll bet the dog thinks the cat can throw stuff now.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
5 comments:
FYI Becky shut her baby in his kennel.
This post made my day. It reminded me of my old dog Sally, knowing she shouldn't but couldn't help herself. Too bad there hadn't been a disciplinary tomato to keep her from her wayward ways.
BOOM HEAD SHOT!!!! i should do this stuff for a living.
That was great! Your farm sounds like a blast. If all the tomatoes fell would the dog have tried to herd them? :)
Beck, sorry, I wasn't paying attention I guess
Linda, it was too perfect....
Alan, yeah
Teri, we do have fun in between the disasters. lol
I think he would have panicked proportionately.
Post a Comment