The rain finally let up yesterday afternoon and of course, I let the boys go play in the puddles.
Tonto and Lucky the dog were not far from them, they are such good guard animals, well, except for the fact that the pig has rooted the majority of the yard and then there is the smell, ugh!
We lost a beautiful crabapple tree so the guys had to inspect the damage by climbing all over it. Oh, look Tonto rooting up the yard, surprise.
Later in the day, we waded through the typhoon to get to the Fairgrounds so Little Buckaroo could show Tonto. Aside of the fact that we were told he would show her at 6:00 and did not until 7:30, all went well. Now, the Buckaroos go to bed at 8:00 every night, they have since they were born (I got a little overzealous on the Baby Wise program). So, around 7:15 (at that point I was kicking myself for teaching Little Buckaroo how to tell time) Little Buckaroo decided that 4H might not be for him because "they keep you up too late" and he was hungry.
Finally, he got Tonto on her leash, yes, he had her on a leash and she walked on it pretty well. Is she a dog or a pig? Or is she a pig that thinks she is a dog?
He won a blue ribbon and was smiling from ear to ear (not in this picture), I think it was because he had so much fun showing the pig, or it could be that we were going to take him out for a celebratory dinner, no, we did not have pork.
He said he wanted to try raising a goat or calf next year. Next year, oh no! Maybe he could just play a sport or something! I guess it is better than bull riding though.
The Park Wife