Well, it is...Elaine and I have had a hot tub most of our married life. It has always been very relaxing, but now it seems to be a necessity for us or at least for me, with my aches and pains. So, we fired it up in September. Today was a busy day here on the farm, I went to town and got a truckload of mulch and spread it. I have also been splitting firewood for a few days, so I'm sore and a little chilled. I got chilled from playing with the dogs, and of course, they just had to get in the water, and they ALWAYS shake off next to me, getting me and anyone close to them wet; of course, I just happened to be taking photo's of them playing.
IDEA.....I'll get in the hot tub. For the followers of this blog, you know that Dutchess was the center of attention on a hot tub episode a year or so ago. Well, there is a new dog in the spotlight. We have a border that is staying with us for the weekend. His name is "Scout," and he is the son of Meg and Clancy. Just look at those eyes...."trouble," with a capital "T."
Let me set up the story...
"Hey, Possum, What's the big square box with water"? asked Scout. "I don't know," said Possum, "but the man gets in it and shuts his eyes for a while," "it seems like he's lost..."
"What does it feel like, is it cold like the lake"? asked Scout. "I don't know, just stick your paw in, but whatever you do, DON'T jump in! The man will be really Pee-ode" said Possum