We tried everything, cow halters, ropes, dog leashes, pulling, pushing… nothing would get that fatty back across the river, so we had to bring in the big guns. Her short legs would have certainly meant she would have to swim in parts, float or be drug. Hmmm.
This was definitely a two man job, and this time I was so grateful not to be the second man.
Luit was sure that she would just stay in the bucket while he took her back across the river, but I insisted on the metal ramp tied down.
Yep, she almost busted out of there and tossed Mike in the river.
“Hey, I’m not finished! Don’t you know I’m a charter member of the Clean Plate Club?”
“Hmmm, that was fun, but where’d that alfalfa go?”
I got the cows across, but poor Faline had a chin full of porcupine quills.
grassfood. 
Hilarious! So funny on so many levels!!! I love you guys!! :):)
Ha! Gotta love those pork chops! xoxo
Oh, poor Faline! Were you able to get the quills out?
Oh yes. That brave darling stood like a soldier with her halter and rope on, and Luit pulled out all her quills, and so many were deep! She was very calm when let go, and so grateful! Whew!
Sweet thing. Glad she didn’t put up a fight. 🙂
I like the end of that story.
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STOP IT! You guys are killing me!! Guffaw!! Best flying pig ever!!
That fatty did not even want to get out of the bucket!