Almost Pulled a Griswald
Dear Farm Journal,
Rufus and I had a full day of farming today. We planted greens and radishes in greenhouse one, garlic in Field C, cut and threw down firewood, and unloaded 3 wagons of hay. Of course with each task, Balio’s tie out had to be moved into our proximity. At one point, Rufus tied him to the back of the hay wagon and Papa Rich started to drive off with it. Rufus and I started yelling and he hit the brakes. I untied him and anchored him to somewhere more safe. It was only a few seconds, but it scared the shit out of me. Rufus joked, “We almost pulled a Griswald there”. Too soon. I have a heightened sense of condolence for him, as it is his last day with his balls. I have never had a dog neutered before, so I feel especially guilty, like I am betraying the trust of an animal that is endlessly loyal to me. However, in the end, I know it will be better for everyone. He will have more freedom and we will have less worry. RIP Prepubescent Testosterone-Fueled Balio.