Wake up this morning to coyotes yipping in the distance. (In the east, it's ki-yo-tees; out west, it's ki-yotes. Still getting used to that.)
Get my shower ready and hear a steady 'clunk-clunk' on the back deck. Look out the window and see Chilli and Pepper chewing on an entire leg bone of some critter.
Get dressed, then freak out when Chilli comes in the living room with a gooey hoof- seems that the leg bone belonged to a deer. Throw the hoof away in disgust.
Go on a killing spree and knock off about 14 flies buzzing around the house (apparently this happens every year about this time).
Attend the morning work meeting; seems the guys are going to 'blow out' the water lines for irrigation. I'm not needed, so I go back home.
Feeling unmotivated, look around the house and ponder things to do. Stare at the end table that is covered in dust, which I dusted 1 1/2 days ago. I know I mentioned before that dust was not my enemy, but it sure isn't my friend, either....
Decide to do the many mundane things I so love to do, like laundry, sweeping (even though I swept last night before the dogs came prancing in with hundreds of burs stuck to them and everything they then touched), cleaning the kitchen, blah, blah...
Look out the kitchen window and see my 2 dogs prancing across the front yard, each holding an end of a nasty, smelly deer hide (that apparently was in the same vicinity as the earlier deer leg).
Freak out again and run after them to get the disease-ridden thing away from them and put it in a trash bag.
Then drive up to the work barn to put the trash and the putrid deer skin indoors in the garbage where other wild animals can't reach it. (Sighted 2 wolves on our side of the basin on Monday, and the neighbor on the other side of the valley shoo'ed away a grizzly and 2 cubs trying to get into his garage). Idly consider the fact that whatever eats a deer would probably see both of my dogs as appetizers.
Get back home and look at the clock- it's only 10:30.
Sigh.....
Okay, I was romanticizing your life until the dead deer. No thanks! I'd be freaking, not whining!
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