Sometimes living on out in the country on a farm can be a bit boring.
Sunday, Joey was bored out of his mind. It was just the two of us at home. I was working through a crossword puzzle and Joey was wandering through the kitchen and then opened the refrigerator and stared into it. I thought maybe something magical was happening between the left-over beef roast and corn bread.
"You're bored out of your mind."
"I don't care," Joey mumbled. (In teen-speak that means, "Sure.")
We decided to walk over to the calving barn, as Joey's Jersey, Pinky, the one he took to the fair and did an awesome job with, is due to have her heifer calf any day. Jersey calves really get us excited around here. As you know we always hope for a girl calf.
"I think you should stay home from work tomorrow to make sure she is OK," Joey stated.
"I would, if I could Joey. We'll have to ask Dad to watch her."
We decided to head off on our walk. Out here in the country, in the wide-open spaces the winds whips through here like crazy. Which makes it colder and we didn't feel like freezing our butts off walking down a country road.
"Let's take Bob for a ride," I said. "We'll just go around the big country block."
Bob, the Wonder Dog, loves to go for car rides. She doesn't stick her head out the window like any other normal dog; she lays down in the back seat and naps. When I used to drive a lot for a previous job, Bob would go with me.
Joey, Bob and I all climbed into the awesome, rock-star, cow car.
"Where are we going?" Joey asked me like I was insane.
"I think we'll just go up to the county road, then over to Highway 15 and then back home."
We turned out of the drive way and I happened to glance into the rearview mirror. All I could see was the big black and white head, with big floppy ears popping up and down in the mirror. If you have ever seen a Great Dane run, you know what I mean. They don't really run; they "lope."
I pressed the gas pedal further down in an attempt to out run Lilly, Digger and Eddie - the last two being Rat Terriers.
The three dogs weren't giving in. They really wanted to come with for our five-mile drive.
I stopped the car and told Joey to get out and yell at the dogs to "Get Back Home!"
They listened like a box of rocks. Joey walked a bit closer to the dogs and Lilly, the Dane, juked him, and jumped into the back seat of the car, via the front passenger side. It was like cramming an elephant into a mini-van - the cow car is an old Taurus. In the back seat, Lilly proceeded to plop her butt down on top Bob, who was already nestled into her resting position. I turned around and Bob was looking at me in a way that said, "How could you?"
Lilly was looking like a dope.
As soon as Lilly was in Digger and Eddie had to come along as well.
Digger jumped up into the back window and Eddie sat in the rear passenger seat.
"Well, we might as well take them all!" I laughed.
We were off, going a measly 40 mph down the road. I cracked open the window for Lilly, but only her nose fit out the meager opening.
Further down the road, I looked in the rearview mirror to see if any cars had snuck up behind me, and all I could see was the massive Great Dane head right above mine. All I could think of was "Ho-dee-do-dee-de-do."
I bet we were a site driving down the road in a chick-magnet cow car with a Great Dane that looks as smart as a worm, a Rat Terrier in the back window and a Lab in the front seat on Joey's lap.
We made the trip around the country-block and managed to get home.
That's what happens when country people get bored. You take your near and dear ones for a ride.
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