
See these 2? Well, I have started my walking back down the dirt road by my house. On both sides of the road are rows and rows of whatever the farmers have planted. One side soybeans and cotton, other side soybeans and open field that has recently been mowed. The red one, Belle, runs like the wind. I have to reel her in so she can just walk for a little bit with her sides heaving and tongue hanging out. I actually believe she would run and run until she drops from heat exhaustion. That little man in the picture. Now he's a different story. I wasn't going to take him since I THOUGHT I learned my lesson last year when he just couldn't walk anymore and I had to end up carrying him home! He may be small, but he's a muscular heavy little thing. My gosh, I only walk like 30 or so minutes! When I went to leave yesterday morning for my walk, he was barking up a storm in the house, like "Don't leave me!" so I said, well, we can't leave him. So I went and got him. He is obviously to spoiled by air conditioning. We got down the road on the 1/2 part of my walk, turned around to come back, and he started going in the soybeans to try and lay down and get shade. Farmers do not like animals getting in their soybeans for sure. My co worker told me yesterday soybeans are the number one product in the U.S. (I guess that means for farming products). So I fussed at him for getting in the soybeans and so what did he do then? like a child, went and hid in the soybeans and wouldn't come out. Now, have you ever actually tried to look for something in a soybean field. So with me just a fussing me and Belle went on our way. I kept stopping and calling him where he disappeared, no Taz. Went on some more, turned around and just could see a small little black and white speck come out of the field. Little brat. I had to walk back and get him. I swear you would think he was dying. I had to carry him back. That's not what I call a pleasant stress free walk let me tell you. Needless to say, Taz won't be going on anymore walks. Guilty or not!
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