When I was a little girl, PaPa had a hunting dog named Patches - she was some kind of spaniel, white with lots of liver-colored spots. I used to love walking back to her pen to help him feed her and I loved calling her name...it just had a certain ring to it. Well, now, I have Matches. He looks just like a match stick - his grayish white little body with a red head. This is the smallest bull calf we've ever had. He is such a cutie patootie!
Then again, maybe he just gets it from his mama.
...and then to top it all off, he has this little handlebar mustache thing going. I guess he thinks it makes him look older and more studly...
Now, for another perfect match for our family...hark, is that a hole I see in our backyard? Yesiree, Bob. You thought I was fibbin' all this time that we were gonna get a pool, huh? Well, there she be - just as purty as any hole in the ground I've ever seen.
Then, I guess his friend got grouchy, so he decided to help - it still took them all day.
As far as tomorrow goes, the Saddle-Up post is iffy at best with all of the rain we're expecting. I'll keep you posted.
A pool!?! FABULOUS! Oh, I bet that girl is excited. You are right, Matches is pretty darn cute.
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