Husband David came home last night with a funny old "Tale from the Parlour." A neighbouring farmer to one of the farms he works for, had been tending a cow down with milk fever, and as the cow was attempting to get up, she swung her head back, catching the arm of the farmer. He had his hand against a RSJ beam. The force the cow hit his arm took off the end of one of his fingers. He went off to Accident and Emergency at the nearest hospital, and was asked if he had the piece of detached finger, as they might be able to re-attach it. His reply was bluntly, "The dog eat it." I asked David, "Did the dog eat it?" "No," David said, "He said, "I saw where the bit of finger landed. I did not want them trying to put that back on my hand."" As the old adage says, "First loss is more often than not, the best loss.
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“The greatest pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him, and not only will he not scold you,but he will make a fool of himself, too.”
― Samuel Butler Me (Jane) with Puddin' and Teagol, waiting patiently to flush a patch of kale, December 2019
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