Slowly he rode the motorcycle up behind them, gaining their attention. They grouped together in protection, and husband slowly puttered toward them. The in turn, slowly walked up the road until the got to the opening in the fence they had escaped from.
All but one went through. The one stood in the ditch, eyeballing husband and the motorcycle. Husband reved the bike, and the cow jumped and ran back to her herd.
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That works as well as a Heeler does. Still have to feed 'em both. Hi Phelan! :)
Fool! Ah you don't know the smile that crossed my face when I saw your name in my email box.
How have you been? You have been missed.
That's certainly one way to "get 'er done!".
DH sounds like a pretty quick thinking guy to me!
Doing well, Phelan. Long strange trip; still on two feet. Back in Fairbanks. Back in blogworld (finally replacing the machine ReDoubt plugged with ash). I posted a pic for you yesterday (Farm Chic on GMG). Thought you'd appreciate. :)
That got the job done! Good for him, I guess he plugged up their escape route, too.
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