The Gooderest pup I know.

He’s a handsome devil, dressed here in a lilac coloured fleece for his early morning photoshoot. (Fig 1.)

Welcome to Tuesday morning, wherein I have gone out and procured all of the necessary items for Valentine’s Day. Spouse and both kids are covered, so I am in a good spot. I also used this outing to obtain a micro cutting shredder for my office/business, because I don’t trust people not to steal out financials, or other such details, so it’s best we guard against such things on our own. Ripping, and tearing up papers, and putting them out over different weeks in a number of locations has worked so far, but I’d be happier with confetti sized chaff if it makes any difference to you at all. Far less effort involved with a micro cut shredder. It’s a good minor investment.

We had another 4-5 cm of snow last night, with more on the way since we are drifting into a slight warming spell. That means more shoveling, not only that but as it warms up I will need to manage the piles, and chop them back further, and further to open up the entire width of the driveway. I will need to go find the two storm drains again. The plows have covered them over yet again. If for some reason we get rain, I really do not want a rink at the end of my drive, nor waiting for me at the stop sign on the far edge of my property. That’s how plows skid up off the road, and onto my lawn gouging out huge divots that I then have to mend in the spring. It’s happened before, and I’d rather not have a repeat.

Took the doggo for his walk, but it was a short one with just us. His girlfriend was busy today, so just us boys having a wander around the grounds, checking on the barn, outbuildings, and equipment, and house/shop. No unnecessary foot steps, no extraneous people attempting to take up residence in the hay barn along with the squirrels, and the raccoons, and at least one fat ground hog. Gotta keep an eye out because the conservation park does run through the back of the farm, and weird people walk around, park by the houses, and try to get inside. It is by all means a working farm. Not the place for strange townies to try and come to get something for nothing. Both farm hands are nearly eighty years old, and neither have good vision, nor any peripheral vision left. Nor do they ever look behind them when they back up, so don’t play on the grounds unless you are very aware of what they are doing at all times!

We’re used to it, so I stand near trees or utility poles to save myself, and the dog knows to run for his life in the opposite direction. While the recall training does work, it’s only about 65% effective right this moment. I could do a better job of that. Something to work towards.

Take care out there, some roads are worse than others. Be weary of those driving too fast, or that are distracted.

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