Good Ole Dog...

This as most of you know is my dog Ranger... He came to us many moons ago as a dumped puppy with very little hair... yes he was ugly but in a cute way. He has now grown to 45 pounds and this year seems to be my shadow.

You see Rooney (his pet name) has never been one to go far from home. At least not one his own four feet. He's just not very energetic (like me). He loves to ride in the truck and hang his head out the window though.

Well to day of all days this short, fluffy not fat dog decides to go with me down to the field. He usually peters out half down the lane and turns and goes back to the house. Well NOT today. He was feeling his one spurt of energy for the year I guess.

Bush hogging can be a dangerous thing, so I really didn't want him with me. Personally I thought he would just go back... HE WOULDN'T! So I start up the bush hog and start in on the last section in the 22. He is chasing me! This a dog who doesn't run unless forced to!

I couldn't just let him follow me, what if he got to close and I hit him. I couldn't bear the thought of killing my dogie, my pal, my friend... So after shutting down the bush hog, getting off, and him jumping up ON the tractor in my seat no less, I get him situated in the "cock pit". And there we were... Roon and me bush hogging for and hour and a half this morning. What a dog... :)