Before I get into “the situation” we have out here on the ranch, there’s this.
Augustus, aka: Gus, the Most Extraordinary Cowdog, came home yesterday and now all I want to do is run around the ranch so he can chase me. And then I want to snuggle him and smell his puppy breath, feed him treats and take him with me everywhere I go.
You can bet there’ll be more on him later, but I can’t get too distracted here. We’ve got big problems at the ranch, and it seems, they’re showing up by the thousands, chewing and squeaking and scampering their way to destroying our lives. They show up in feed buckets, in grain bins, on pant legs and saddle blankets, on the shelf of the tack room, in my future brother-in-law’s nice clean pickup, in the Bobcat, and of course, clinging to the windshield of Pops’ pickup on his way to town…
I tell you all about it here.
Coming Home: An epidemic has hit the Veeder Ranch and it’s coming for you
by Jessie Veeder
But try not to panic. It turns out I have some great readers. And one of them sent me an idea for a solution.
It’s called “Mouse-be-Gone” and I’m ordering seventy-three crates this afternoon.
And then I’m going into town to get this kitten,
which I intend on putting through a rigorous mouse-hunting training session.
So I’m on it.
Because if I’m going to have an animal farm, I would like to have control of which animals I’m farming…
Anyway, I’m sure the puppy and the kitten, they’re going to be great friends.
Peace, love and puppy breath.