OK, this is what happened. I was not here so this is what I heard. Bud got spooked by something and started running off with his block. (we had him tied to a cement block out in our garden which is over grown by weeds.) Anyhoo, he ran through our fence and got in the pen. Then he kept running (something must have scared him pretty bad) until he came to the fence waaaaay over on the other end. Tried to jump it but instead busted that fence too. He tripped and fell, then he got up and just stood there. Somewhere in the middle of all this he cut his nose down to the bone. Dad had to cut the loose skin off with siccors. Well, this is what he looks like now. Oh, then today he tried to commit suicide by choking him self. (we had to tie him out with a rope around his neck because of the cut.) I think he doesn't like us and is trying to find any way to get our of here. He probably heard us talking about having him pull our logs to cut out from the woods. Dad called him an idiot. (random fact)
Monday, September 15, 2008
Buds incidents.
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Monday, September 8, 2008
Update. (havn't blogged in a while. Sorry.)
We did a lot the past two weeks. Here's (in a nutshell) what we did. 1. Started building our store. We had all the family's over helping. (there were a lot more guys there than in the picture) We got a lot more done then if it was just me and dad. He said we'd still be on the floor.
Tray sitting and dad climbing.
Clyde Harlow working on the roof.
Picture of Front.
Picture of back. That thing is 500lb! And the tracks are 250lb each! So that's about 1000lb all together!!! (you should have seen my muscles, they were bulging! Ha. And Dad was over on the other side about ready to burst and was sweating like crazy and was half way down on his knees. So I felt sorry for him and lifted the whole thing and placed it were we needed it. No joking.)
3. We got a baby steer. He a Jersey. I don't know what they call him. I just call him steer. Hahaha
Sniffin the wire fence.
He also bite like her too. I was feeding the pigs one morn and they had turned the trough upside down. (Which, by the way, makes me mad) So I had to go in and turn the thing over. Well the big one must have thought I was moving to slow or something because he went and bit me just above the knee. Boy it hurt! I jump out of that pen faster than I knew I could and (without thinking picked up a flat 1 by 4 and whacked him across the butt so hard that you could have heard the slap all the way to the Tenn. River. So now, when ever I feed the pig and turn over the trough (witch, by the way, makes me mad) I carry a stick along with me and give them a few whacks on the nose.
Scary things.
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