All four of us (five if you count the dog) had a discussion today at breakfast about the “letting the mules out/leaving them in” decision.
As he was about to leave for the weekend of male bonding and hunting, my beloved Country Boy said to me these parting words:
“Just remember, you have to be smarter than the animals.”
Hmmm. Smarter than a mule. OK. I think I can hold on to that as my mantra for the weekend.
“And, they won’t eat you unless you’re wearing a hay suit.”
Apparently, the Country Boy was turning into the smart a** at that point.
So, we’ll give it a whirl and let them out into the big pasture. After all, what’s the worst that could happen?
Wait. Don’t answer that. I don’t want to get my imagination rolling again.
And as for the dog this weekend, I think I got him pretty well handled by now.
Then again, I can almost see the wheels spinning in his brain….
Maybe he’s been talking with the mules about those jail breaking plans and wants to be in on the action…
Is it Sunday yet?