Dexter started having some leg issues a couple of weeks ago -- his left front leg is kind of gimpy, and though he's been better with treatment, he still thinks he's just fine, of course, and doesn't know what the fuss was about. So we've been trying to make sure he doesn't overdo it, but some habits are hard to break ... like jumping into his favorite basket bed.
Naturally, a little platform to step up on would be the obvious solution, but you'd have to convince the Dachshund that this would be the obvious and best way for a lame boy to get into and out of his basket. But Mr. I'm-Fine-Thank-You would, if it suited his fancy and frame of mind at the time, choose to try and jump into the basket anyway. So Alayne's simple solution was just to turn the basket on its side. This seemed to suit Mr. I'm-Fine-Thank-You just fine.
Yes, we got the haying done. It was a terrific learning experience, though some "learning" we could have done without -- like struggling with quirky hydraulic fittings on the side delivery rake. Our draft horses, Bill and Bob, did great with the mowing, tedding and raking. Those boys worked really hard and we were so proud of them! After finishing loading one full wagonload of loose hay, Kate and I looked at the 10 acres of mowed hay in windrows spread out before us and realized that trying to put it all up loose was, well, going to cook our goose. So I conceded defeat and had our neighbor, Jim D., bale it for us. That was a lot faster and easier, but left us with 330 bales to pick up out of the field, stack on a trailer, and then unload and stack in the barn that afternoon. That was just the warm-up, though, because every day we unloaded and stacked the hay that Jim was baling on his farm for us. By the end of the week we had over 2,000 bales in the barn.