Saturday, February 23, 2019 Ian tosses hay bales into the barn today.
Friday, February 22, 2019 Every morning Baldr flops on the floor for a belly rub. Then Belle comes along and starts pawing at me for attention. I tell her she must lie down too, which she does, by strategically placing herself between Baldr and myself. Baldr tolerates this arrangement as long as his belly is being rubbed, after which he jumps up and moves away. But this morning he was content to stay put until I was able to capture the rare moment, which didn't last long.
