A Conversation with Dewey (Volume 132, February 2017 - ?)
Updated: Apr 10
(One more passage from my current journal)
March 9, 2017
Dewey has been caked with mud for the past few days. The mud layer finally dried out enough that I decided to groom him when I was outside doing morning chores.
Dewey was out in the pasture. I was using a steel curry comb, working on his large butt. Both of my shoulders are very painful and immobile this morning.
"Dewey," I told him, "I think from now on I'm going to have to stand on a stool when I groom you." I reached as far as my arm would go, which wasn't far. "So, I'm sorry but this is going to be kind of a half-assed job."