I think I forgot to mention our trip to the ranch. It was a little complicated this time as a result of my not having had my herbal medicine for over a week.
I had been complaining about how bad the pills taste, and George didn't believe me. I guess the whole discussion got kind of complicated and maybe even a little competitive. George said he could eat a whole bottle of the pills, and I guess I scoffed. So he did. We got them replaced only the day before going to the ranch, so I was still not up to snuff. And it was HOT.
Sometimes the water in the tank is warm, but this time it was cold. Beta buddy kept trying to get me to lie down in the mud--she kept saying that Chester swore by how good it felt on his arthritis. Granted, she's right--Chester did like that mud--but that was when it was WARM. Warm mud is okay, but cold mud is just icky feeling on the sore spots. And I really worry about getting stuck in it. George and Marquis love to get up to their elbows in it, and even roll around, but their legs don't sink in as much as mine do.
Anyway, we didn't walk as much as we usually do, and we didn't see any deer, pigs, or bunnies. George did find some cow poop in which to roll, so he was happy.
(Well, Marquis says he saw a bunny, but I'm skeptical.)