Last night, after the heavy rain that left both dogs wet and me curled up around Carlos’ seat, I opened the door to let Carlos out and he immediately barked. I swore, called him back in and closed the door. A while later I opened it and Carlos exited without incident. But I heard two cows “groaning” a few feet away.
They don’t really “moo” you know. They sound like a person dying an agonizing slow death.
No cow pies in the site yet but it’s just a matter of time. The flies are back.
It’s hard to even know where to look for a new site, since I did a lot of searching before.
I am more depressed than I’ve been since the start of all this.
See “greatest needs” if you think you might know of a place to which I can relocate.
I know it could be much worse.