Bad Dog!

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Today is challenging Aaron and me as farmers. In my mom/daughter/sister/human capacities, I’m watching the world falling down around me. But there’s not time to tend to that because Aaron is out in the field mendin’ (I had to) fences that Samson broke through as a lark. The market garden the sweet pup just ransacked needs to be repaired, so that’s become a last-minute top priority. Discount deer fence (the only one left in town) was torn away, the caterpillar tunnel purlin (a stabilizing strap that runs the length of the bed, and that extends just within bite range) was chewed. He had a grand time today while we were at work. Now, at 7pm, instead of helping me with bedtime routines, Aaron is outside cleaning up the mess.

This is a hard part.

This is a part we didn’t dream about when we picked up our dream dog.

This is a part where we breathe and realize that failing better isn’t always fun.