Like I mentioned in my last post, I was busy all weekend; I bet you are still wondering what the heck was I doing? Well, it was butchering weekend. So naturally, I helped Dad and his buddies in the shed as they cut up the cow. Well, technically they didn't let me in the shed very often, something about me getting into stuff, I don't know. So, instead I watched over the door; guarded it so no one unwelcome could enter.
I know what you are thinking... "boy, what a tough dog!"
And don't worry, that isn't my Busch Light; I don't drink, I'm only three. The men in the shed like a few brews after, well, and/or during, a hard day's work of butchering meat! It's quite the set up they got going on out there: check it out!
Fresh hamburger, steaks, roasts, & ribs- what more could you ask for!






