How to entertain oneself when exercise is limited to walkies and the odd trip to the pool?
I decided that providing oversight to a long due construction project was just the ticket. To whit, replacing the crumbling dirt behind the barn with a nice retaining wall.
Master wanted to rent a back hoe, but I was able to convince him that our pal, Jimmy, and his two boys could function as human back hoes at half the cost and twice the entertainment.
Surprisingly, he took my advice and sure enough, Jimmy and the boys arrived ready to work.
Prior to commencing Project Retaining Wall, there was the traditional laying on of hands. One worries about poor Jake simultaneously touching my pointy black head and that of the torpid beast.
While there is little doubt that cleverness and abounding energy emanate from my labraself, it is potentially offset by the sucking out of life force created when in contact with the vacuum inside of Mango's cranium.
I do find the size of Jimmy and the boys a bit alarming. As you see, Brett actually makes the RH look almost normal sized.
I decided that my best chance at a successful project was to consult with Jimmy directly (requesting that he put the most nommy rocks in a hidey hole for later consumption).
Alarm! Mastiffs and power tools! Not good!
Under my supervision, the dirt was dug and the retaining wall begun. Sadly, we had to shut down the site due to extreme temperatures (although I would have preferred to just hose down the boys and have them continue with their labors).
All that digging exposed some interesting vole holes into which my pointer snooter fit quite nicely.
Sure, I'm adorable. I can't help it. I admit that when it comes to getting scritches and cookies, I have no shame. I'll even go cross eyed with dirt on my nose if that's what it takes.
P.S. The RH reports that he was declared to be "in fantastic shape" at the vet with his only misery being some yeast in his ears (well, after he got over his prostate exam, that is). As for me, I continue to count the days until I am officially off the DL and my tennis balls are once again flying through the air.