Today Chico and I went to see how the guys were doing on the granary.
The house is about as ripped apart as it is going to get.
Digging around under the floor boards, they found an old receipt book from the granary. I’ll get a picture of it one day and post it. The receipts contained are from the summer of 1914, so I know the building is at least that old.
After making Jake late for his lunch break, we took a snow shoe.
We didn’t go nearly as far as I wanted to, I ran into drifts that I couldn’t lift my foot high enough to get through, and wimped out. But we were gone long enough that just as I was ready to leave, a truck showed up, backing into the driveway, beeping.
If the universe agrees, we’re going to try USDAA agility in Westborough, Mass this coming weekend. I’m signed up for two classes Saturday and four on Sunday…I doubt that we’ll do all of that, and we might not even go at all if Chico backslides, but today he was darned active and didn’t seem sore.