Dogs, Chicks, and Giggling Kids

We had our son's dog for the week while he and his family went on a vacation. Jett's okay. He's a hyper little Springer Spaniel. When he jumps he gets some air time, and he runs like a maniac every time I open the door across the yard. He has no idea where he's going, he just wants to run. They live in a sub-division and he doesn't get much free time; he's usually in the house or on a tether chain. (That's another reason I prefer the country with acreage. My dog can run loose when not in the house.)The advantage to dog-sitting is that they came back to get him and I got to see my grandsons. The oldest one, who is two and a half, loves tractors (as long as they aren't actually running). He had a blast going from tractor to tractor (he counts the riding lawn mower as a tractor) driving them. They hadn't been exposed to chickens before and thought they were fascinating. We took them into the barn to meet the meat chickens that are about three weeks old. They are out of that fuzzy 'aren’t they cute' and peep-peep stage and are starting to put feathers on their wings. I picked one up so they could get a closer look and pet it. A.J., the oldest, petted its head and talked to it. It made a squawking noise and the baby laughed like he was being tickled. That thing would make racket and he would break out in hilarious laughter. We laughed at him and he thought we were laughing at the chicken, and that made him laugh more. 

                                       Jett has some kind of wild hair! I brushed him for an hour- he looked nice.
                                       Then he did that shake all over thing dogs do and he undid the whole thing.            

We picked some rhubarb for them to take home and grandpa thought it would be funny to get A.J. to eat some raw. People up here eat it like celery. Yuk! He stuck it in his mouth and chewed on it and asked if the strings could get pulled off of it and then ate the entire stalk and asked for more. That will teach grandpa!