Dogs and Deeres

The monsoons finally let up enough for a campfire last night so we did the dogs and marshmallows.  1 dog for Trish, 2 for me, 3 dog night.  I didn't do a body count on the marshmallows.

As for the other dogs:

Ranger and Artie posing for the media at Natural Arch, El Malpais NM.

Ranger.

The old gentleman.

He and Artie get along great, have regular wrestling matches.

Above and below pix taken by our good friend Lisa in Buena Vista, CO.  She's a pro photographer and  uses her talent - on a volunteer basis - to help shelter dogs find homes.  She takes attractive pictures of the pooches for newspapers, bulletin boards, etc.

Artie.

The young rascal.

Don't let that angelic look fool you.

She likes to sit in it but can't plow worth a darn.

Picture taken in South Dakota at Trish's friend's farm.  I opted out of the farm tour: been there, done that, and besides it was time for my siesta.  This rig has full cab climate control with A/C, GPS, FM stereo and God knows what else.  Probably has a fridge and microwave, too.   Back in my day when men were men, there was no such thing as enclosed-cab tractors.  We sat on hot steel seats with maybe 5 golf-ball size 'ventilation' holes for comfort; spend several hours on that bugger and you have severe linoleum butt.  We ate dirt, baked in the sun, sweated buckets. 

Farmers nowadays are such pussies!