1. We buried Lucky.
2. It's raining like crazy.
3. We'll not be going to the Over-Grown Pasture again until Fall. Poor Dogs. They did all the right things. Sit. Stay. ... Sit. Stay. I got them back to the house and loaded the 20g but the copperhead at the gate was then nowhere to be seen.
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